Sleepy Fox Hollow west of the moon

"Adequete!" Journey gasped, clearly affronted. Her tail and ears had both pricked at the word, and she shot her brother a steely-eyed look that spoke of the deep well of patience she kept for him, and how very grateful he should be for her benevolence and forgiveness. "You're on."

The words were almost a growl; she had always been easy to rile up, at least for Brave. Still, her sweet disposition shone through even here. Her anger was short-lived, shifting quickly into determination and a thirst to prove herself.

Quick steps led her along her brother's path. She nearly did lead them astray where the water had briefly dilluted his steps, but she had soon led them to the pace where Brave had emerged from the river on his way to meet her. Here, she stopped in her tracks, gasping as she realized —

"I forgot to tell you! I found this canyon that was full of red sand. Like the beach by White Spine, but red and there was no water anywhere. Just up in the mountains!"