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

In a way the desert was like Riley's mind. Vacuous, empty. Filled with red and shadows. He might have felt at home here, if it wasn't for the hazy figure that appeared like a mirage on the horizon.

He tensed, recognizing the male immediately. While he was not immediately in danger given the rift that cut between them, he was not a wolf stupid enough to taunt a beast Donovan's size. With Riley's luck, Donovan might be able to clear the gap in one athletic leap.

Slowing to a stop, Riley regarded the male neutrally -- though his offset eye seemed to slip to the side as he did so. "Look who it is." The yearling parroted back, wondering if the gévaudan still thirsted for combat.