Sly Fox Sand Dunes skull and crossbones

she brings a smile to his face, and this time it is not sarcastic or riddled with ill-intent; no, it is of genuine humor. lighting up green and amber eyes, which swathe her face in poking examination. yikes, señorita! he says with a faint bark, tail swishing behind him.

you got a lot of bite. i only ask because i'm curious. did not get to meet my new packmates before el segundo sent me off. a shrug comes.

paws work in ample rhythm over dunes, the two of them falling into step together as they etch their path back towards the basin. he is eager to get off his feet, if only for a few hours. he had been moving nonstop for quite some time now.

her question prompts a hum from the handsome castel. hm. his eyes return to the horizon ahead. lie on my ass! i've been walking for days.