Redsand Canyon once upon a younger year

He... was not dripping wet, for the first time in god knew how long. The ground beneath him, while completely uncomfortable, was not soaked. That almost made it tolerable, if he were being honest. At least, until he heard the uneven pawsteps approaching him. For a moment, he really hoped it was Orochi, but this wolf was larger, and favoring a different leg. 

Fantastic. 

The voice was gritty and low, and Hide winced as he sat up. Oh, had his hind leg been burning this entire time? Because that hurt, too. "It's probably better than being stuck out in the rain by myself," he admitted, forcing his body into a standing position so that he wasn't prone before the man. "So, you guys were from the Saints?" That was an important bit of information. No wonder they were mad at his pack. "Are you Donovan? They said a man named Donovan was the leader."