Luneshale Pass with fire and with blood

On the dawn of a grey day, when rain fell even in the desert, Disa decided that she was recovered. Her wound itched and seeped, but instinct told her that she was out of the woods – that she had been lucky.

That it was time to get back to work.

She dipped into one of the many low, wide canyons that ancient forces had cut into the rock. The drizzle had raised the scent of @Dracarys from the ground, and Disa followed the invisible path as it faded. He was here somewhere, disguised by the desert color of his fur. Disa moved slowly, squinting at every cactus-infested crack and mean little shrub. The rain intensified.