(Pet form is a stand-in)
This was probably a terrible idea. Actually, he’d have to make a correction to that as sands blasted against him, seeming to cut through his fur as if it weren’t even there. This was definitely a terrible idea. The sun was relentless, the sand was searing, and there were no landmarkers that he’d managed to come across thus far. He couldn’t even follow his footsteps back to civilization at this point as the sands refused to retain them for more than five or six steps. By now the only way he even knew where he was going was the sun - rise in the east, set in the west. Briefly he had to wonder though, had he been out here long enough that the sun would now be to the west?