sold out for the shape of the palm tree scene

Strange, true, but the Raiders had a way of making their rounds. They'd started young, growing wild and free as the winds themselves. Nothing was going to hold her back, especially when the other pups of the pack had breached the borders and gotten a head start on her. Fuckers, she's still salty about it. The girl's gaze is steady, paying half attention to the boy and the rest to the strange land. No birds singing. No large predators out, though she's not sure that there'd even be that many around at this time of day. It's all unsettling, a knot forming in her stomach.

Shuffling her paws through the churned up dirt, pawing at it and watching it crumble further beneath her, Mercy scowls. "Not 's far as anyone's told me. We had earthquakes last night, no stars." The girl shrugs, trying to put the pieces together. None of them made sense. As for the others, they'd been gone before she got up, presumably looking for answers in the same way. Davey, Tide, and Pythia's scents were all on the breeze here, if vaguely. "Think some of 'em are around here, lookin' too."

Furtive gaze shifting to the horizon, there's... very little. Very little of consequence, at least, aside from the strange channels, dug into the land like great big claw scratches. All of it is weird, too weird for her. "Maybe we can find somewhere higher up to look, see'f we can see more without gettin' close to the water." Perhaps it's best she doesn't go on her own, now that she thinks about it.

"speech"