A Little Dry, Don't You Think?

Dundee instantly spun and released a grating, hair raising snarl of alarm. The devil's coat bristled and he stalked stiff legged, putting himself between the feline, its canine, and Star. A gentle word from the star marked woman brought the little creature grumbling and glaring, but he calmed enough for the pair to speak.

"No, not quite like this," she admitted aloud, turning her attention back to the strange landscape. There was very little life aside from the various lizards that looked as though they'd never had a drink in their lives. The bushes too were rather haggard and crusty. Moving towards one of the large trees, Star gave it a sniff. "Bleeding trees?" she questioned the brute before lifting one paw and pressing against the peeling bark. More of the red resin seeped out and began trailing downwards. She imagined it might be useful for something, but she was no healer.

"Starchild Dunamis"