Redsand Canyon And all I want is to fill my soul

some part of her feels underwater, slumbering. there is a disconnect between where she ought to be, and where she is now; stalking through the canyons of the wolf-dog's claim, still-healing and scarred. the future remains uncertain, and the man, as promised, has not pressured her to pledge her loyalty here yet entirely, ultimately keeping his distance since leading her here. 

paws on stone have the warlord still, auds pressing toward the sound. a wolf, smaller than she and prominently scarred. creams, browns and charcoals are painted across his pelt, and he moves with an ease that comes from knowing this place well. a twitch of a lobe in acknowledgment, waiting for him to move on or to be addressed. for now, she is content with the role of observer in this place, learning what she may about the tried-and-trained mercenaries donovan claims to harbour here.