intrepid explorers experience an impasse

Silver paws continued to carry the boy onward, never staying in one place longer than a couple of days. This place was much like the last, mostly plains with a few rocks and scattered copses of trees. He walked slowly, in no real hurry as he travelled further through the east. He watched as the clouds started to cover the blue of the sky as the zenith of mid day passed. Deep garnet gaze travelled the horizon, the scent of earth changing slightly. Oxide hadn’t ever encountered quicksand before, and the scent of it compared to normal ground set him on edge.

He hadn’t found his own patch when the faint sound of a distressed voice reached his rust ears. Ox paused, ears perking in the direction of the woman. Not usually one to go out of his way to help anyone the boy hesitated to approach. However, when one was in dire straights as this woman sounded to be, bigger better deals could be made in his favor.

Commiting to nothing the red tinged Nightingale boy strode further, his pace careful as he couldn’t trust the ground he walked upon, when he finally found her. She was a dark little thing, much smaller than himself with delicate white markings. She was up to her elbows in the earth, and Ox felt his own heart rate increase at her predicament. He was resolved to keep himself out of such a pit.

”Having trouble?” He asked, nonchalantly to mask his own insecurities with where he found himself. He stood behind her, and even if her vision had been perfect she might have had difficulties seeing him with her angle.