It takes some time to see through all the sand and dust in the air, but eventually you can scan the desert landscape once more.  Glancing around its sand, more sand,<em>more</em>sand, a fox woman, more sand...<br/><br/>...<br/><br/>There is a fox woman atop the dune where the explosion occurred, sitting there with her legs crossed under her.  Her fur is an unusual golden blonde color, and her hair, windswept back as it was, was a striking white shade.  Her clothing was little, unlike the wolf-woman's own covering garb, exposing a lot of leg, a lot of arm, belly, and the short cloak that was her top had nothing beneath, the wind providing flashes of small, black nipples on her lovely, shapely, firm and perky breasts.  Perhaps the most interesting thing about her though was the nine golden and white-capped tails behind her, a true rarity in that particular mutation amidst fox-kind.<br/><br/>Of perhaps more importance, however, were the deadpanned look on the gorgeous woman's face, the mild glare in her red eyes, and the crossbow held in one arm over her shoulder, tapping the weapon - lovely mastercraft quality by the designs - against said shoulder.<br/><br/>"Tell me, are you a fool, ignorant, or stupid?" she muttered, her voice low, mature, clearly wielding age (though whatever her age she had done so most gracefully) "Didn't your mother teach you not to touch strange objects in the middle of nowhere?  I expected it from those damn lizards but not from a Pup like you..."