Redsand Canyon Bow to my brethren

Kyn chuckles at her bold statement of taking the Valley for themselves. Brows raising a pinch as his smile grows wide and toothy, perhaps even a bit malicious. He even bumps her back as she brushes her shoulder against his. 

“That would be a sight to see.” He hums darkly. “Desecrating their homeland would surely be on the top of my ‘to do’ list.”

His laughter dies down after a moment then, smile losing some of its shine to be replaced by one that’s much looser — much calmer. “Then it’s settled. You and I will go there, take a sniff, maybe hang around for a while. We’ll need to circle their entrance and take note of all that’s there. Any possible advantages.” 

While he speaks he even decides to move over to a tree and relieve himself. Marking his scent in this canyon as the Saints once more. As his.