No stone unturned

"Speech"

Demelza followed him diligently, as best she could. She jumped when he told her to and she slunk handpicked up her pace when he threatened her. The journey was long and arduous. Setting up the camp, and cooking the hot meals were time-consuming but busy making. She had to admit though that sleeping next to him every night was... Something akin to comforting. She didn't have to worry about being eaten alive out here. And sleeping next to something warm was... again, akin to nice.

The sky continued to be stained red above them for several days. As if a streak of blood was wiped over the lens of the earth.
He commanded her to scout so scout she tried. She noticed that the ocean licked the shore to the west but they were camped further inland so she couldn't feel the ocean spray on her face. She felt the ground beneath her paws was soft and crumbly, much more than solid sandy beach ought to be. She nosed the sands around them looking desperately for something of note to show him.