Redsand Canyon You follow the outs of an inside joke

The discomfort did not leave her. Marina left the meadow in the end, and traveled into the mountains. It was no warmer here, but somehow the warmth under her skin intensified. Small sounds began to startle and agitate her. Restlessness took on a new meaning, like an endless road trip; are we there yet?

But there was no destination. She found herself in a canyon teeming with fading wolf scents. A pack had been here, not all that long ago. Hopeful for any forgotten caches, Marina lowered her nose to the ground and started to search.