Redsand Canyon Bow to my brethren

Kyn had picked his old den. A fair fifteen or so feet high from natural ground level in the canyon. A soft, rocky slope leads up to said cave, an easy way for his pups to maneuver around it. It also has a beautiful overhang to look off into the Canyon of Red. A wide balcony of ten feet just outside the entrance to their softly sanded den. He remembers when he’d hand his front paws off of the cliff and rest a furry chin on his wrists; only to sit there and stare up at the night sky whenever he could. 

Ah, he missed this place. 

Tonight though, he lies further in his den. Until he here’s a chuff call for his attention just outside. He slowly stands, sauntering out the small hallway to the entrance. Seeing Nyra standing there in the pale moonlight. 

He smiles of course. Followed by a sweet sounding. “Evening, darling.” His voice is deep, partially from sleep. “Wanna take a walk?”