Redsand Canyon if you're shaking from head to toe

@Nyra for merc trade
6pm, 68F, partly cloudy. territory #6, warrior's heart. i think this is the correct date, but lmk if it's not!

sand crunched under renard's paws as they adjusted their tread. it hadn't been that long, but the empty quiet was a little disconcerting. a sad claim coming from a shadow, but they relied as much on their own skills as birds and insects to stay hidden.

they'd spent weeks in this place before the saints had formed, doing nothing but combing it up and down until they had every shadowy place memorized and every potential ambush site studied, in preparation for the war that had seemed so certain to come. they'd had a little loyalty to give back then. but like every night before this, the canyon was quiet and cool, lit only by weak moonlight that streamed through the clouds. 

whatever was brewing did so just beyond their view. as frustrating as it had always been, but they'd been much too impatient. this was a long game now, much as they itched for something to happen, and for now it was praimfaya's lead they intended to follow.

but that was fine. nobody here was deliberately withholding anything. if they were, it wouldn't take much work to discover it.

as the sky darkened, renard came to a stop before the mouth of the den, surveying the area as they slipped from shadow to shadow. they'd met donovan here more than once, lounging on top of the rocks, but the assumption that he'd be here appeared to have failed them tonight.