Redsand Canyon They're throwing bottles at your house.

A distinct aroma finally wafted his way that did not fit in the grand scheme of things: pine. It wasn't strong but seeing as there were no sap-laden trees in the immediate vicinity Revui's attention was snared. He was still hungry. The thought of chasing down a deer or ripping in to a fawn was what emboldened him. Perhaps the herd he tracked had become lost within this crimson place.

Having not grown up around this loose sand-like soil, the warrior was not aware of the sound cancelling quality of it, and when the woman's bark pierces the air it seems to come out of nowhere. He turns, levelling his head with his shoulders as he assumed a defensive posture out of habit; he was a tank, and the woman he now spied - while being somewhat thickly proportioned - had surprised him.

You're trespassing. She tells him.

He huffs, watching her a moment longer. The irregular undulation of her sides is familiar - something inside of her is broken. She looks as if she's seen combat; some scuffs, ambiguous scars. No, he has no reason to care for her warning. Choosing instead to ignore her outright, he continues to peruse the sand for signs of the herd and arcs a path around her.