Redsand Canyon Time Is A Tool

He scoffs, followed by a bitter snicker. “Really fucking mad apparently.” He starts. “They gathered at least two members from each pack. They confronted Derg and I at the borders. I told them we’d leave. We couldn’t risk getting killed by them by starting an argument. They’re all so petty.” He shrugs, you’d think I’d be the unreasonable one, but apparently not, hm?” 

He stands from his position on the comfortable sand. “It’s too late now, surely they’ll become more insufferable as time goes on.”