There were rumors going around about this place, words of mouth from travelers who looked over their shoulders in a nervous habit, the shared looks and smell of anxiety was enough for her to know. She needed to go to this place. She needed to figure some shit out and the desert seemed to be the place to go to. That and the desert was in her direct path of wandering anyways. Her latest job lead her out in this direction to begin with, so it wasn't all that far from her path.

Time had found her in the forsaken desert, the burnt husk of the jungle laying long before her even as trees struggled from the floor, new greenery retaking the gray burnt remains of what once would have been something beautiful. It stirred a question in her chest: what had happened and why? Was it war? Was it an accident? She had heard that this group was supposed to have been warbound, at least once upon a time under different leadership.

Breath pushed from aching lungs, the heat of the sun beating down on her fur, enough that she felt she was baking alive. Pausing to tuck the mess of what could be called similar to a mane of fur behind the curl of one of her horns. Two toned eyes swept over the territory, a vast expanse of ... sand. Sighing, Nishiguchi set down her pack and shook her head, feeling her neck crack as she released a low growl. Exhaling through her nose, "Anybody around these parts?", she would call, scenting others nearby. She still didn't know these people but thought it was enough to see if anyone friendly was near.