Redsand Canyon I’m dying to let you know

Kyn hears his executioner before he sees them. Though they're quite a strong, well built, and large specimen of the canid type, he’s sure they could be just as silent when they intend to. His auds shift towards them before his massive head does. Slurping his panting tongue back into his maw he offers an easy going smile to them as well as a nod of his head in greetings.

“I was thinking we could go on a hunt together. Then perhaps go looking around for my son — if you’d be so willing.” 

The brute stands from his spot in the stream as water pours from a thick pelt. He doesn’t shake himself off as he moves to stand next to them, awaiting their answer.