Redsand Canyon the ritual pyre's sending smoke to the sky

Derg took to this territory like a slug to salt.
It was a hot basin that you'd expect to have more water on a mountain than it did, but no. He was wrong. This place was barren, wide and barren.
He wanted trees and closeness, places to stalk and hide in.

Alas, here he was, and alas didn't feel like leaving Donovan now.
A new recruit ahead was easy to spot - at least it would be easy to spot trespassers.
He barked, because he was too far away for a simple chuff to be sufficient, and started on a quicker pace towards his dark packmate, who he'd briefly met.

He slowed on approach, panting softly.
It was pretty toasty, but his thin fur kept him cool enough.
He brushed through the flowers, head slightly dipped to show he wasn't going to be a threat.
"Renard, right?" He went on to confirm. It'd be no good if he didn't get it right now.