Johnny had not been having the greatest of days.
First, he had woken up. While being alive was certainly nice, he often yearned for when he was a kid, and when life had been much simpler. Back then, it had been all racing, and he'd loved it. There was nothing better than feeling the wind in his spotted fur, gliding across the land on the back of a horse. But now things were a bit different; he had to drag his body everywhere. He would sometimes injure his hind legs without even realizing it on Agrelos's rough terrain; it was so much different from his family's farms back in the day, and now he was here, dragging through life as he dragged across the hot sands. He was just thankful he couldn't feel them.
Second, he was stuck with Gyro, and the asshole wouldn't give him the time of day. He knew why they traveled together- to find the Red God -but goodness, did he hate this dude. The coyote didn't walk slow enough for Johnny to keep up, and while he was almost used to it by now, it was still just as annoying as it had been the first day. There were no breaks. It was all about getting to their destination. I need to fucking stop, jackass, he would protest, but Gyro would keep trucking, and he'd be forced to either follow or be lost in the vast red openness of the desert.
But, not all was woe and misery. As they trudged through the heaping sands, Johnny's blue eyes (that he kept incredibly squinted to keep the sun out of them) grew as wide as they comfortably could.
"Oi, Gyro," he'd call to his traveling companion, "Thos're the pyramids, aren't they?" If those are the pyramids, that means we're here, and I can ditch this dude. "The Red God should be in there, yeah?" He'd wait for an answer, ears twitching as he stared at his friend. The tiny savannah cat looked about as hopeful as he could be; this would be the best news in a while, if it was true.