Redsand Canyon where is your husband, nellie kane, where's your darling gone?

Donovan is still getting used to his new territory. There’s so much to explore he wonders if he ever find the end. Wonders when he’ll learn every nook and cranny of this place like the back of his paw. He will use it to his advantage when he does. He wants his enemies to wander into the canyon, he’ll stain it red with something that isn’t sand. He’ll eat them up before the arid landscape doesn’t. Somebody — please — test him; he’s been studying. 

Today he finds himself wandering between two tall clay walls into an dry wasteland. So devoid of...everything. The occasional patch of wild flowers catches his attention but the further he goes the more he assumes it is endless even though he can see the mountains that surround their territory a good few miles away. As he goes further in, he sees something. A first he thinks it’s a mirage. The reflection playing games on his mind. Yet as he grows closer a long, jagged gap in the ground is something he becomes aware of quite fast. The the form on the other side of the bottomless pit.

Once he’s finally toe to toe with the edge of the scar, he smirks something devilish. “Look who it is.” He says loud enough to catch his attention if his approaching form didn’t already.