It had rained just a few minutes ago, so the air was still pleasantly fresh and cool, carrying a comfortable smell that was much gentler on your noses than the heat that stuck to you uncomfortably in the daytime or the cold that prickled your skin in the nighttime. You look around - it was getting dark, and it was beautiful. From this hill, you could see a good distance away over the landscape. It was pretty nice when you didn't have to worry about wolves or a sandstorm.

“{{user}}.” Snake calls your name firmly, loudly, and clearly enough for you to hear but not loud enough to alert anything nearby. He’d just sent you out to scout ahead, and now that you were standing within earshot of him again, he assumed you were done - or at least found something useful.