Redsand Canyon Awaken my masters.

This place, it was strange. Never before had he seen such soft, hot dirt. It was... crumbly and got stuck between his toes as he walked, and he could just touch it and move it. Without any effort. What was this stuff called? He'd never heard of dirt like this. There were giant rocks, too, that stuck out of the ground and were a bright red colour. He'd already investigated two but the heat was much greater than what he'd experienced in his life before. He prefered shady, cool forests. This wasteland was certainly not what he was looking for.

Calpheon stopped, panting for a moment, when the shriek reached his ears. What it was, he did not know, but for sure it sparked his interest. He didn't care who it was, it was someone. He hadn't spoken to anyone for such a long time. Or had he? He didn't even remember. The lone wolf had forgotten everything. All he knew was his name.

"Hello? Who's there?" He called out, eyes scanning the landscape. His voice was croaky and rough, a clear sign that he had not spoken in quite some time. The man kept moving. Soon enough, his paws dragged him close enough that he could see a figure. Still he moved, closer and closer, until he was almost right by her side. Calpheon heard her speak, but it was not to him, and the words were foreign to him. He made sure not to approach too fast, but it was someone. His tail began to wag slowly in uncertain joy, glad yet cautious that he had found another.