Patterns of sanguine earth undulated in bizarre rhythms across the arid landscape. The sky above stretched a dome of slate blue over her, promising a rain that she expected was probably never going to come. Brina's charcol nose dipped down to the red earth once more, nostrils flaring for any sign of the scent trail she wished so desperately to find. That of the Xanilovs. She lifted her head and frowned. Nothing. Birna had offered to scout ahead of her brother Bjorn. Two could cover more ground than one after all and there was so much ground to cover. The pair of behemoths had travelled far already, scouring continents in search of the past. Sometimes they found a lead and other times they lost and still some times?. such as this there was nothing.
Birna snorted and continued on her way, the hulking bear of a woman moved with surprising grace as she wound around the strange rock formations, scouring through the twists and turns of canyons carved out by some ancient, long dead river. Still?. the place was not totally devoid of the potential for life. Birna paused and dipped her head to taste a puddle of rain water that had collected at the base of the canyon. Had there been a storm recently? She lifted her head as if sensing someone else was there but all to soon the moment had passed and she carried on her way. Birna wanted needed to have at least something to report back to her brother. She would not give up so readily.
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