Redsand Canyon i am one among the dunes

The Grandmaster trots behind the lot of them, canary hues flicking to each and every one. The female that he danced around with in the field just west of their canyon seems to have confidently taken lead of the crew — something he doesn’t mind at all. She takes them into a vibrant area with so many different colors of wildflowers that Donovan has to double check some of them to make sure they’re even real. The petals on the cacti bloom a brilliant fuchsia that can do nothing but draw the eye. This place in the northern most part of their canyon is quite beautiful. 

Still, the wildlife isn’t the only thing Donovan has his eye on. His pack members seem just as content to follow Auriel. He has confidence in the their newest member to lead them safely through the terrain. Yet as his eyes turn to the others, he entertains each of their forms for a few seconds. Noticing everyone fairing quite well, despite Renard’s painting, which Donovan seems to have to resort to as well, they're going strong.

Staying silent, he continues on down the path his pack leads. He doesn’t stray far as he observes them all quietly from the hind end of the formation. Prideful eyes light up momentarily. He’s proud of their progress, glad to have all of them on his side. Glad to have a family again.