Hadama followed in the wolf's proverbial pawprints, though neither of them left more than a trace of their passage and even that was swiftly erased behind them by the hot breeze. For all that he only had two legs, his stride was long and he moved with an unhurried grace that ate up the distance even on the soft and unstable sand.
He paused at the trough of the dune that Sah indicated and then made his way towards the crest more stealthily. Strange, these slow moving waves of earth, both solid and shifting in a geologic echo of the ocean...
A contemplation for another time, and Hadama tucked it away accordingly. For today, he turned his thoughts entirely on the nearby oasis. The water appeared cool and inviting, and the pair of palm trees offered welcome shade from the fierce sun. It was truly a small pocket of paradise here in the midst of what the outlanders might call 'hell.'
But the more he looked at it, the more... off it seemed. Not that he would have known if Sah had not warned him, but now that they were taking the time to study it small details began to emerge. "There is no scent of water," he noted slowly, emerald eyes narrowing. "And the fronds do not move with the breeze."
He looked over to his friend, raising a steely brow in slow and innocent inquiry. "I have never eaten a desert crab before. Have you?"
He paused at the trough of the dune that Sah indicated and then made his way towards the crest more stealthily. Strange, these slow moving waves of earth, both solid and shifting in a geologic echo of the ocean...
A contemplation for another time, and Hadama tucked it away accordingly. For today, he turned his thoughts entirely on the nearby oasis. The water appeared cool and inviting, and the pair of palm trees offered welcome shade from the fierce sun. It was truly a small pocket of paradise here in the midst of what the outlanders might call 'hell.'
But the more he looked at it, the more... off it seemed. Not that he would have known if Sah had not warned him, but now that they were taking the time to study it small details began to emerge. "There is no scent of water," he noted slowly, emerald eyes narrowing. "And the fronds do not move with the breeze."
He looked over to his friend, raising a steely brow in slow and innocent inquiry. "I have never eaten a desert crab before. Have you?"
