Two trips in one month over the damn river and past the lovely desert? Who would have thought! Sandstorm loved the heat of his home and hated swimming, but Rebellion was off to deal with something and Sandstorm had tagged along. Why? He hadn't seen the parts Rebellion was going to and frankly wanted to check it out. He had heard of packs near the location Rebellion had to travel to and he wanted a chance to size them up, really. And perhaps he wanted to try and conquer his dislike for swimming.
Which, by the way, was a failure. They had crossed the river and he was both drenched and furious, although he hid it with a fake smile and charming cover. Inside, he was screaming. Now he was dry but still remembering the horror that was the water. They'd have to cross it again soon. Ugh. His spine shuddered at that thought as he jumped over a log. He was staying behind Rebellion -- this was the others trip and he was just along for the ride.
"Where are we headed?" He knew the general idea of where, but not the exact job Rebellion was doing.
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