It had been several months since Ridley has last encountered that little female he'd found, and yet he hadn't stopped thinking about her since then. While it wasn't quite an obsession, his mind was filled with thoughts of her often enough to drive his adventures back towards the direction he had initially found her at. Could he find her again? Would she flee at the sight of him, letting him give chase to her before he decided to catch her between his paws once more? Would she freeze and piss on herself again, forcing him to once again entertain the idea of bathing her? If he did find her, if he did catch her, he'd have to make sure she didn't get away again. That was what the leather strap with a slip was for. That was his ulterior motive, to leash her so she couldn't escape again. Ridley liked her, and wanted to keep her all to himself.
Every step towards the desert brought a sick joy to his mood, the grin on his jaw long and revealing his rows of sharp teeth. The air was thick and stunk horribly of rotten eggs, and yet Ridley stepped on eagerly, the leather strap and slip dangling from his jaws as the other end of it draped casually over his back. It was hung in a way where with a flick of his head, he could wrap the leather around his own neck to rid his body of it and free his limbs, or better yet, could throw it towards someone or something. His paws splayed outwards as they slipped down loose rocks, catching his balance as his tail whipped behind him to further control his movements. He slipped a ways, dust furling up around him in a cloud, before he slid to a stop down the rocky bank. Ahead, he heard the gush of air and water as a steam geyser shot up into the air, expelling a strong stench along with the gasses. His head tilted as he spied the gust above the rocks and trees, wondering if the geyser was consistent or inconsistent in its timing. He wondered, then, how he might harness such a power for his own uses and if it held any special properties. Would it be more beneficial to harness it closer to the vent, or further away?
A rock fell from the sky and landed nearby Ridley. His silver gaze shifted from the steam vent in the distance to the rock that settled and rattled beside him. It looked wet, he thought, and it held that same stench as the general area - but stronger. It also looked like a different color. Ridley stepped forward towards the rock and lowered his muzzle, sniffing at the rock before flipping it over to look at it's other side. He wondered, could it hold any properties of its own? Perhaps he should take it with him, something to entertain his mind while he continued his trek to the desert to search for the sweet little cactus fruit.