Lion Head Mesa the mosquitoes were almost unbearable

crowfeather, temporary physician. "there is no need to prepare. i already know what must be done."
merrick pointed with his muzzle to the sunspire. "they live in a canyon of red sand. that is all you must know."
the bearwolf fell silent, his dismissal clear as the single eye dipped beneath a veneer of madness, and the black wolf ceased to exist.