Well, I'd be a doggamn liar If I said this ain't a lonely town

Morwenna let her eyes scan the dunes before her. Aaahhh... beautiful... she mused to herself. A dangerous place for the unprepared, the young woman hadn't crossed many deserts, but her adopted family certainly had and spoke of many travels through the dunes of her old land. Though sparse and barren a treasure trove could be found in the many valleys if you knew where to look.

The desert wasn't kind to the half borzoi, her genes were made for colder temperatures. She had no scarf to shelter her and it happened to be sun-high. Still, she couldn't help but be awed by the undulated waves of sand. Not even the valleys would offer any shade until sometime after the sun passed the mid-point.

She knew though of a few tricks to finding the herbs she needed from this barren landscape. She had crested the dune so she could get her bearings and see if she could find a good spot to start her search. A low valley with a few scraggly bushes and maybe an old knarled tree... The wind was still and hot, not great for scenting the strong odor of a sagebrush. But the scent would surely come alive in the evening as things cooled off and moisture began to collect on the leaflets.

Instead of her quarry though she spotted a lone lupine figure struggling over the crest of another dune. "Oh hey!" Morwenna shouted cheerily in the stillness, her voice swallowed by the sands, muffled and weak as it neared the stranger.

She waved her banner-like tail high in greeting and skidded down her slope as if it was a bank of soft snow. Skipping through deep snow her bones knew, perhaps she could use the same movements for deep sand.

"Whats your name?" She called.