A Siren Song

Getting drenched wasn't his idea of a good time honestly. His paws were just itching to carry him towards the nearest available shelter. The decorated woman professed to need shelter. It was impossible to be surprised, given how awful the weather was shaping up to be. Another flash of lightning traced its way down to the ground a few miles away, followed by a rolling clap of thunder a few moments later. Looking her over, Czernobog finally shook his head.

"I do not, but you are welcome to join me in looking for someplace dry if there is one to find."

With that he turned and continued his trek. It made no real difference if she followed, though perhaps company wouldn't be the worst thing in the world. Mostly the are was sand, sand, and more rolling dunes of sand, however, he thought he could see a rocky area ahead of them through the mist and rain that worked to obscure his vision.