The sweltering sun beats down mercilessly on the crimson egyptian woman as she stands idle, her chocolate gaze wanders across the Dunes. Her tail whips over her hindquarters. Alone, she was again. It has been a number of days since she has seen another being here in the Dunes. Gabbar, she assumes, has probably left on another one of his missions to pry information. She sighs, he puzzled her, and kind of frightened her. He seems to always be calculating his next move, for what, she had yet to find out. She silently admitted to herself, that all of these arabians wandering around put her in an uneasy state. She snorts, but it didn't matter, she spent most of her time by herself anyways.

The crimson mare lifts her head as a far off dot catches her attention. She swishes her tail and sets off at a ground covering trot, if Gabbar was not around to defend their home. She would. Her hooves dig into the sand with each step, she raises her delicate head higher onto her arched neck. A smile touches her dark lips, it felt good to have a purpose. She ascends and descends a few dunes, as she searches for the dot that she had seen. After an hour of searching she slows at two sets of hoofprints, she drops her delicate nostrils to the imprints. Their scent still lingers, a mare and a stallion. Her head lifts and rotates on her shoulders. Pivoting she follows the hoof prints, they are fresh.

As the hoofprints lead down a steep dune, she cautiously makes her way, not knowing who she will find at the bottom. Her ears rotate atop her head nervously, gathering her courage she descends. As her hooves touch the hard sand of the bottom of the dune, she pivots to look upon the pair of gilded teke's. Instantly she is put on edge by them, her tail whips around her hocks, betraying her feelings. "Salam kafir What brings you to the Dunes?" She questions. She raises her delicate dished face higher onto her nape and looks down her nose at them.