Redsand Canyon It's heart beats fast now, It knows.

At last, the lethargic seeming male noticed him.
Everything about him seemed so. Perhaps it was dehydration.
But he straightened up. Perhaps poppies.

Derg lowered his nose to the fox and rabbit, smelling the hint of vegetation within them.
The tang of poison.
Death delivered to cause death.
Derg lifted his head with a smirk.
"You're worthy to be a Saint if you can use this against our enemies," if poison can be hidden inside food. Discreetly. All it would take is an innocent Dove to take it as a peace offering, and that would be one issue dealt with.

"I'm Derg, the Overseer," he replied smoothly, surveying the scene Baptise had constructed.