The scrubland opens up as it moves south, what rough vegetation there was having all but disappeared. The grass gives way to hard packed dirt, and rounded tumbles of dead grass rustle in the sharp wind. The sun and lack of moisture has baked and cracked the earth, and the almost constant blowing wind quickly erodes any traces of a creature's presence. The land quickly degrades to the southwest into desert sands that whip across slowly rolling dunes.
