Aza and the fox had barely hustled back into camp and Ravishing was already yelling, and it wasn't, apparently, a shout of satisfaction. The fox shot through the legs of the tethered horses, who half-reared and made nervous horsey noises, already staring off into the ominous distance with their ears pricked.<br/><br/>"Nothing I did," Aza retorted as she gasped for breath, offended by the other woman's allegation that the injurious little foxgirl might somehow bear any of the responsibility for this full-scale fiasco.<br/><br/><em>Wasn't me,</em>the fox was quick to assure everyone, watching Donovan roll off Ravishing and yank his pants back up. Neither of the other two appeared to be suffused in the enchanted glow following a successfully shared pleasuring.<br/><br/>The low sky smeared across the horizon flashed, greenish lightning leaping in sheets towards them. A gritty breeze had picked up, making Aza squint and shrug her cloak back on, still happy she had the thing. Nothing about the armor Ravishing currently wasn't sporting would protect against windblown dust. All that nice skin that Don had fixed from the sun, and now it was probably going to get sanded off.<br/><br/><em>There's more,</em>the fox pointed out, having crawled up onto another boulder to survey this latest trouble, its fur being ruffled by the hot wind. The shadow-creature was right; something besides clouds had appeared in the distance, kicking up more sand as it rode or ran or did whatever, dark shapes barreling straight for them. If this was the only decent campsite around, whatever else that managed to not yet die in this hellish desert was probably intending on using the place too. Maybe it was the best place for everyone to hunker down and survive a storm. Or maybe whatever was coming would be unhappy to find them there and murder them all. Maybe it'd be better to chance the horses outracing the approaching danger.<br/><br/>"Go or stay?" Aza asked worriedly, glancing between what passed for the responsible adults around here.