Sly Fox Sand Dunes stairway to neterikhet

It felt strange to be back here, following these same dunes he'd crossed months ago. It was different now. The weight of it all was lifted from him and in its wake... Well, it was just some place he'd been through once. No longer did he toe the line between life and death. No longer did his blood dot a trail through the sands.

He wasn't particularly sure why he came here of all places. Beyond these dunes, a deserted cenote. Strange how the soil we were born on always calls us home. His paws had guided him down this path.

The gods had guided him.

Yeah, no. He was trying, but his sincerity was seriously lacking. Well, he dared them to smite him for his heresy.

While he flourished in the quiet of his own mind, another made their way across the dunes, a woman woven in the pale hues of the very desert that surrounded them, he was lucky to have caught glimpse of her at all. In the typical broody fashion Nokht came to embody so well, he announced his presence with a soft grunt, mismatched gaze meeting with her own ichorous gold.

The boy, wound in snakeskin greys, limps a step closer. Hello. Are you searching for something? he asked in a soft, low voice, if only because he might've been able to guide. And, well, nobody was alone in the lowlands without a destination, that was a good way to die of thirst, or heatstroke.

Only the deserving should meet with such a fate.