Redsand Canyon I’m dying to let you know

They’ve been out of the loop. It’s apparent to them immediately, when Kynareth rises from the stream, drenched from the elbows down, and mentions hunting down his son. Their brows twist inward, panting mouth closing to grind their back teeth together.

An ad is missing? Their voice is even lower now, more akin to the distant rumble of thunder across rolling plains, an ever increasing noise wrapped in a half growl. To a Mandalorian, the most grievous of sins is to harm a child, and that ingrained cultural need to protect rears its head back and roars in their soul like the mythosaur itself.

Simran runs their tongue across their teeth.

Is foul play suspected?

Those who would hurt children were dar’manda. Screw that, they were demagolka, they would find their soul in haran and Simran would drink their blood like it was the finest liquor.