Shimmering Sands heat death

Someone from Rusalka, perhaps?

Shimmering white sand as far as the eye could see. Her mouth was dry and sticky and tasted foul. She had run far away from… before… and ended up here, the opposite but the same. She had almost died from the flame, and now she would die from the heat of the sun. The hardened sand beneath her paws baked in the noonday heat and her paws were burning, drying out, reopening old wounds from before. Her head swam and before her eyes the fairies which had followed her out of the forest flitted about. Keep going, they encouraged her. Or die, some added, maliciously. 

On the edge of collapsing, she stumbled ever onward, her mind fracturing between the present and the past. The heat, the flame, the smoke, the sand, the distant sound of the ocean, the cry of many animals fleeing the forest, the wavering, flickering air in front of her, caused by flame… or was it just the sun playing tricks? She panted in an attempt to stay cool but the air baked her lungs.

Bloody paw prints left a trail behind her as she pushed herself forward.