Sly Fox Sand Dunes [m]e and you and awkward silence

sand slipped between sugar tipped paws, and it felt like no amount of struggling gained him any ground on the towering dune. he temporarily gave up on his struggle, not wanting to waste any more energy on a lost cause, and collapsed where he stood. cursed be whatever god or great maker created such sandy devilry.

he lay there for a moment, uncertain what his next attempt at escaping the dunes would be, when he heard a voice among the wind. ah, so he had gone mad after all.

no. no, there it was again.

he squinted upwards, sun beaming down and enveloping the stranger in an aura of warm light.

was this...god? oh shit, was he dead already???

he stood and took a step forward as the sun cleared from around the creature and revealed the sight of a coyote. he had thought god would be a bit taller.

"oh, ya know, just came to sunbathe. got to soak in those rays so i can look extra dazzling to the ladies," he spouted out with a dash of sarcasm and a flirtatious wink.