Redsand Canyon And I’m backsliding

The move was inevitable. The enemies that The Saints had acquired had not been forgotten. A specific one which fueled their move from the cannons in the first place. Now, far larger then they were once before, The Saints moved east to reclaim their lost home and with it, revenge.

Would Ursus have survived still, when so many other packs had faltered? Were their ranks larger now, too?

Hemlocke was not certain. None were, as far as he knew. Not until they explored, not until they infiltrated.

For now, the Hellhound finds security in a land he had once enjoyed, the Healer's Pass and as the day moves on he hunters down, hidden away from the sun and heat in small space formed by a collection of rocks. Utop those rocks comes one of their young, to howl out in claim of their home. Then Nyra, above too, the shadow hears.

Hemlocke does not exit to join them. He cannot. So from the shadows of the den opening, he joins them in song.