Redsand Canyon i wanna be your stone, love

The redstone wolf padded through the canyon, trailing after the scent that he believed would belong to the herbalist.

Seeing her upon Mereo’s edge had been surprising. To know that she had been sent on behalf of Ramesses, to check on the outpost, had left him feeling uncertain. Arsenio had shared several pieces of information with her, in their last talk. She had not acted as though his confessions had appalled her. One could never be sure.

Just ahead, the herbalist’s slender shape caught his gaze. Arsenio trotted to catch up, breathing heavily into the chilly air.

Pst! Herbalist, he hissed conspiratorially to her.