Redsand Canyon And we might have seen something

'Lady Fennec.' At one time she would have smirked at that, but she oddly appreciated how formal and respectful it was. No one who knew her would ever consider her a lady. She'd never considered that she might have opportunities to reinvent herself even in a pack full of family.

And this place. When she realized, it hit her with the weight of a mudslide. Fuck, of course, it was too funny.

It's quite the home. She said, scuffing idly at the sand beneath her paws. She must have come at it from another direction, not to recognize it immediately. I've stayed here before. When it wasn't claimed. Correction - she'd spent weeks trapped in the bottom, injured and unable to get out. The absolute irony of giving up on her attempts to disappear only to end up in the exact place where the Wraith had made her debut.

It wasn't quite so crowded, then. She would need to learn this place extra well. It wasn't bound to be kind terrain if she didn't and she had no intention of falling here again. She'd need to find the paths in and out that she could walk without needing to climb.