Redsand Canyon yo soy la mala

Lemme know If I should yoink him back out. No idea if he'd know Yanín.

The sound of voices chattering in the distance piqued his curiosity and he shoved the herbs he had been collecting underneath a crevice in the canyon walls before turning and walking his way toward the borders. The first thing he saw was Dove....the name had gotten around to him enough to know that the woman replaced him in his honored position as the healer for this pack. He stared at her with little outward expression as he came to a pause beside her and turned to the she wolf standing at their borders. Lost...sad...missing her family...it was truly an unfortunate case. "What is your family's name Novia?" Spanish....the Consortium. In his blood so though he preferred and was more used to the greek of Semele's gypsy home it flowed from his maw perfectly. Emerald eyes swept toward Dove still staring at the surprisingly lovely she wolf with an internal rising of something similar to envy.