Redsand Canyon I'm standing on your porch screamin' out

As expected, he would have to continue his search. He wondered if his cousin even still lived in these lands or if he was just searching for a ghost. If he had learned anything from his past, it was that no one ever stayed. They either died or left, and he would always be left alone. But he pushed the thoughts away; they only clouded his judgement and brought up useless emotions. Sadness would not keep him alive; he needed to be alert and ready.

The stranger told him of a pack called the Saints. Kallik had never heard of them. When the man informed him that the canyon was claimed, he nodded. Thank you for the warning, he replied flatly, glancing out over the mountains to search for an alternate route. It wasn't as if he had any real reason to go there, it had just been the next place on his way down. Who does the canyon belong to now? he asked, looking back to the stranger. He was always curious; questions helped him learn the lands, and that information was valuable to a lone wanderer.