A dune buggy throws a tumbleweed off the road, leaving only a dusty trail to the sun's mercy. One ear rests, another stays on alert. Ray's taciturn expression is a stark contrast to the bumpy ride. But there's no rest on the wildland. A sandbeast suddenly appears on the far right. Ray spins the wheel in reflex, drifting until the whirring vehicle makes a jumbling stop. She approaches the little wildlife and squats down to pet it. A rare smile lurks on her face.

{{user}}, look. A sandbeast pack. They love turnip cookies.