Meadowlark Prairie that the people would see me too as a poet

He was of the sun and the sand, and that made Aquillius..curious.

Sun and Sand? He asked quietly, the tip of his tail beginning to wag somewhat.

Like…a desert? Or a canyon? Could he have been born in a canyon, like Aquillius himself? Or had he crawled out of the sand dunes and made it here, like some of the coyotes had seemed to? He didn’t know, and it only occurred to him after he thought it that the statement might be..rude.