Redsand Canyon She said she needs proof

her exploration of the canyon, hoping to discover all it's hidden treasures buried in the redrock and sand, leads her to a freshwater lake today; upon stumbling across it all she could feel was a wave of relief. still, she finds herself missing the sure shelter of forest — for even sawtooth spire had forest for the wolves to dwell in and wasn't all raised rock. she thinks that she will never get the sand betwixt her toes all out; leaving her with a gritty feeling that she doesn't necessarily like. still, the sand is pliable beneath steps swallowing the worst of noise. if not for the soft hiss of shifting sand she might very well learn how to walk as silent as a ghost who's paws never touch the ground.

she tries to use it to teach herself stealth figuring in a battle situation any advantage she can give herself will help.

though praimfaya doesn't particularly expect to run into donovan she is nevertheless unsurprised to find him all the same, watching with unreadable frostbound gaze for a moment as he wads thru the lake's shallows. she hops down from the short ledge, letting the sand absorb her impact and moves nearer to the lake's bank with a grandmaster. in greeting, unable to help but think that the rank name is a bit supercilious but the same could easily be said for wanheda — the commander of death.