She hops out of the back of a truck, waving off to the driver. Dust gets kicked up as the gravel crackles beneath the car, a trail leading off. She watches, with a slowly fading smile. She turns to the desert behind her, and begins to walk. Her duffel bag bounces on her back, the contents jingling and tinking. She finds a cow corpse, half buried by the sand. She searches it briefly, pulling a fang out. Her eyes narrow. She stands, looking out over the valley, sagebrush and cactus surrounding her. She removes her glasses, as the view swings into her eyes. A trail shows before her, from the fang, like a scent path. She pulls out a blunt weapon of some sort, and follows the trail. She finds a hollow in a hillside, buried behind some scrub trees. The path is thick there. She huffs, and drops her duffel bag, pulling out some rope. She sits behind a rock, her glasses hung by her collar. She watches a sinewy, reptilian creature approach the hollow, the trees replaced, looking as normal. It takes a step in, when the rope pulls, around its foot, dragging it back. It attempts to scrabble forward, hissing and snapping. It turns. She is silhouetted by the moonlight, clutching her weapon. Her eyes are dull, the color of the trail she followed shimmering once. The creature swings up, she swings down.
