Redsand Canyon farfalla

Another came, a great lumbering beast. She regards her also with the same hard gaze, albeit with a flicker of concern carefully concealed with a slow blink.

Ears swivel as the man speaks again; an invitation. And a warning. Tikal, she learns - the canyon is theirs.

Turning, she starts back the way she came, steps slow, drawn out. She is no match for them, she knows this, still she cannot leave this place just yet. They are strong and they are many, but perhaps strength is not all they need.

She twists her head until the man and his posse come back into view. "We speak alone."