Shilah was hungry and regretting making such a long journey by himself but he needed to return to the scene that bloomed into his nightmares every night. He needed to return to the canyon. Yet, despite all that determination here he was taking some strange trip down to an unfamiliar cove. He knew he needed to start trekking north. North was where the canyon was. North was where his mother was swept away by the flood. Shilah wasn't sure if it was some sort of demented form of closure or a naive hope that she'd be standing right there waiting for him. All he knew was that he needed to see it for his own eyes.
Shilah jumped as a large spider when skittering across the sand, disappearing into the brush. His ears flicked forward but he continued walking. He wasn't sure he was hungry enough to eat a spider. He knew sometimes you could find eggs and creatures buried in the sand. Maybe he'd try that! Shilah found a place where the sand seemed to have been disturbed and set himself to digging.
