Sly Fox Sand Dunes you dj, i’ll drive

She's getting tired of this cycle.

Walk alone, eat alone, sleep alone, repeat.

There's so little she can do to change things, not without walking back to the rotting old place. It smells of death now, it forces her to wonder if others remained, if they ate him. She forces such thoughts from her mind; they're much too vile. Mixing up what she hunts has been her comfort, an exciting twist in her mundane life. Today she carries a vulture, having caught the creature off-guard as it was scavenging. So vicious when they want to be, but now in the same state as it's own meals.

Damsel had never ate such a bird before, and as she searched for shade to do so she was frankly curious - and hoping that shade would come soon, the bird was heavy.

Looking ahead, another canine enters her field of view. Lupine, light-coated, young. She stops to watch him for the moment.