Barrier Gulch desire and need and failure all spell out

seven days since the civil unrest within dracarys as soto lost the challenge for leadership. weight of whether he was best to stay or strike out on his own weighs heavy, like iron shackles upon his broad shoulders. so, he seeks the solace and peace of a neutral territory to consider. he doubts anyone notices his absence.

the gulch isn't the sandviper's first choice but it is where he ends up all the same, welcoming the dry heat, walls of rust rock and cracked dirt. dry earth turns to sand that for a few seconds at a time leaves a paw print but is drifted away at the barest breeze.

and bare the breeze was. the cloudless sky offers no respite from the scorch of the sun — only the shadows cast by the walls offer any respite. it is beneath one such shade the sandviper lounges now, paws crossed in front of him, long forelegs sticking out into the sun — the shade not quite long enough to cover him entirely. he lays like a mighty sphinx; deducing.