Mountains of tan stone streaked with orange and red stood ahead of her. Snow capped only the highest peaks. No trees grew on their slopes; they were just bare stone.
Untold hours had passed when Shahly stopped and looked around her. Nearly all cover was gone; only round clumps of brush, many different cacti and boulders dotted the landscape. The ground, which was very soft beneath her hooves, was tan and red sand, speckled by red, pink, gray and black pebbles. The air was very dry and the sun was already uncomfortably hot.
Traveling on the breeze were the faint smells of nectars, some sweet and others bitterly unpleasant. Even in this desolation, Shahly could smell many animals and occasionally a bird would sing from one of the bushes or tall cacti that somehow grew in this forbidding land.
She looked behind her, unable to see her human pursuers, but knowing they were following her, feeling their presence in the distance, especially the black haired