Redsand Canyon acidus

Nakida was no saint of the matter -- not to be related nor concerned with the history of these strange wilds, but she was a rouge. Standing on the edge of what the lass could tell was some lurker's spot. For what she can assume it was nothing but a lurker, because why else would the scents be so dull here?

Orbs of viridecent shards -- curious and seeking in their movement around the expansion of red dust -- had spotted said lurker pacing it's forefronts. To which a sharp chuff was emitted from Nakida's gullet to capture his attention, along with a sharp upward tip of her chin...