Redsand Canyon And I’m backsliding

The harbinger hated it here so far. It was much too warm for her thick, northern coat, and she was having trouble keeping the damn red sand from defacing her snow-white fur. Luckily, she knew the area well, which meant she knew where to escape when the heat and dirt got to be too much. 

But no matter how sour her mood currently was, she couldn't hold herself back from joining the howls of her family and pack. 

Tilting her head back, she released a long howl to add to the others. This was home now, whether she liked it or not.