With each step, Farlow's hooves sunk slightly into the ever-shifting sands beneath them. Not a trace of moisture could be seen in any direction, bar the spined cacti that marred the slowly lightening horizon. Travelling at dawn had been a good decision, with the coolness of night lingering in the air, and so far it had been a pleasant journey. Stars could still be seen studding the sky, and with the white light of the sun rising beneath them, it was a breathtaking scene.
Still, this land was so completely alien to the one he had been raised in - despite it's barren beauty. There were no leaf dappled shadows on the ground before him, no gentle whispers of wind rushing through foliage. Silence was the only greeting Farlow could detect, and he would be lying if he said it didn't unnerve him somewhat. Being a prey animal, the call of undergrowth and bracken that offered cover and safety would always sing in his blood; regardless of how advanced his disposition became. Perhaps that was why the fallow deer had taken those careful steps out of his summer woodland home and out, into the brave new world. To not only better his knowledge, but to better himself.
He'd heard a group known as the Solaris Kingdom lived here; and considering how long he had been walking, Farlow couldn't be far away from their camp. That was what the cervidae hoped at least, since doubted he would last long out in the open once the sun rose to brilliance and cast it's rays down on the desert.
A light breeze began to pick up, and Farlow paused in his steadfast pace to look over, behind his shoulder - squinting at his long line of tracks, without a soul following them.