Redsand Canyon Welcoming Committee

Donovan isn’t made for speed, nor is he made for distance — some of his only flaws. About thirty seconds of good running has him panting to cool himself and he reluctantly comes to a stop. He’s sure Renard is in better shape than him when it comes to running on any given day. He waits for the other to catch up, if they already haven’t.

Looking over to the other he laughs bashfully. “Not good at running obviously.” He breathes out, speaking about himself. “Wanna go check out the den?”