Redsand Canyon oeuf.

He’s been exploring his canyon well enough, yet there’s still so much to see. He wonders when he’ll get to the point where he can recognize every nook and cranny. Who knows when that’ll be. Hopefully sooner rather than later.

Today is one of those days where he wanders aimlessly. Deathly trying to imprint everything into his mind, so remember where certain landforms are and the such. Instead of some grand location, he finds another wolf though. One of ash, an shout pattern seemingly wiped of color and only left shades in its wake. He recognizes her, though from a fair distance of good 30 meters he can’t be quite sure.

So he urges himself into a trot, eyes never leaving the potential stranger he gets closer and closer. Surely they see him coming, for the ground around them is mostly flat. He’s confident in his strides and dares this person to challenge him to a fight in his territory. Though he believes it won’t be necessary. For once he’s close enough he’s able to confirm his suspicions. Stryx — the medic he met at Ravensblood. An interesting woman who seems very uninterested in him. Yet she took his offer at the time. It was the smartest decision after all.

As he closes in at around ten feet he stops and jerks his chin up to her in greetings. “What brings you here, Stryx?” He asks casually, even though his stance is confident as usual.