Redsand Canyon But it shouldn't be difficult to explain

Donovan finds himself unable to sleep — like most nights. It’s not because of dreams of his pack or other traumatizing events. He’d rather just do other shit rather than sleep. So he stumbles about the canyon, the usually vibrant red of the clay and rock has now faded into a sickening blue-white painted by the moon watching from above.

He’s comfortable though, walking by himself in the long shadows of the night. The light dancing off of his striped pelt as he weaves in and out of the trees and shrubbery. Unbeknownst to him, the onyx furred male, Midar, skulks about nearby. Donovan continues unaware. Perfect for an ambush.