Redsand Canyon but we can't keep the embers from catching

Donovan skulks about the slim passage ways of the Catacombs. The sickly blue-white light of the moon hanging above only shines through in some places. Creating a beam of white like that seems almost ethereal if one hasn’t seen it before. Though as the shadows overcame the vibrant reds of the blood stained canyon, he seems to have lost his way. No out of the ordinary noises sound through the halls of the dangerous territory. That is until he hears footsteps.

Immediately he goes to investigate, going into a brisk trot to swing his head cautiously around a corner of shadowed rock. A form meets his eyes and for a second, he’s alarmed. Until he notices the curl of a tail on the others hips and he feels a rush of certainty come over him. That has to be Renard. Unless it’s just his mind playing tricks on him.

Now more secure of where his paws fall, he chuffs to allow them to know he’s coming. Followed by an inquisitive, “Renard?”