Redsand Canyon It's red sand, not blood

The man started off, assuming Esteban would follow. They came upon the large pool of blood red sand that Cogitemus loved dearly, and would be fairly sad leaving. He let the light male look over the land before moving forward, eventually letting his paws sink into the sand, a feeling he had gotten fond of. The mostly Mexican man would probably be used to it, though he hadn't mentioned his birthplace. He moved forward to a spring, their main supply of water, which was fairly big. "This is our little spring." He said, taking a few laps of the actually cold water.