Redsand Canyon Tether

The sound of others, although distant, causes the woman to pause. Her ears spin before the rest of her does. There is a chuff; she answers with a plaintive whine, scuttling towards the entry on her belly. Low, low, low.

There is another woman and she motions something at Aiofe who follows with her eyes, but does not understand. Is she going to be free soon? She reaches in to the woman's personal space to lick the corner of her mouth, nip her chin, and then flattens herself to the dirt again.