Sly Fox Sand Dunes skull and crossbones

for @Fiamma

he is trotting forth, deft paws carrying him with casual glides over dunes. tail raised in a high, confident arc above his pelvis; golden glare glittering with the heat of the brazen sun above. he is urged onwards from what he had learned; urged by the knowledge that soto would enjoy this information.

or maybe not, and castel had pegged him wrong. not that he had pegged him at all—which he would arguably enjoy—

it is not until the scent of verapaz lingers on the arrid sky that anything intrigues him. most of all, why he smells verapaz this far east. there is many options, but the appearance of a woman on a distant dune allows him to single onto one: soto had sent someone after him! soto did not trust him.

he scoffs, then his teeth click, and he tsks. forwards he goes, ever closer to the woman, before he embellishes a loud bark in her direction, announcing that he not only sees her, but he's coming in for a landing. his strides picking up with speed before he is ascending the dune she stands upon.

oi, he chimes. ¿qué deseas?