Redsand Canyon Stomping Grounds young and Old

past - 8 of swords
present - the sun
future - 6 of pentacles

Deal.  Fennec did not even hesitate.  She'd take the deal no matter what, and she had no reason to want to kill anyone.  Besides, if she ever did, she had far more interesting methods than sending some other wolf to do the work.  Her poisons needed testing and she was at a loss for who to use already.

Just being owed was enough.  But this didn't merit a long look, just a few answers.  This woman was scavenging, so obviously hungry.  She'd likely been alone for a while.  She was seeking these others, perhaps for a pack?  But more specifics than that Fennec couldn't tell.  It was still enough to start.

She quieted and stilled, letting the air wash over her.  It was musty, slightly cloying, like wet earth.  I sense stifled, be it by rank or by borders. Someone leaving where they were.  Travel has brought clarity and strength, peace.  You seek them, so perhaps it is them.  Or perhaps it is you in the travels.  Fennec would let her fill in the blanks on that.  The second was a response to a warm feeling that suddenly overtook her.  Finally she exhaled, then listened carefully.  A howl.  Her ears pricked, and she smiled.  Interesting!  It was distant, but she calculated, reading from it's presence what she could.  You will find them, but not alone.  Someone better suited will help you.  You'll meet them soon, I reckon.  Don't turn their help away.

This is what the signs tell me.  That was the help she had.  Perhaps it was too vague for the woman, but there were things she could maybe latch onto if she wished.  A few of them she wasn't even sure where they sprang from, but Fennec was beginning to learn to roll with the words as they came and accept the explanations as they first leapt to her mind.  It was a practice in creativity, trust, and intuition.  She loved every second of it.