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

the boy was meant to be a soldier. he had no family. he had grown hard. 

"it is not too late a time to learn. you are young." the eagle was not a recruiter. he did not wish wolves that wandered to follow him. unless they hung up their travelwant and devoted themselves.

"i am germanicus." he faced over the cold red sand of the canyon. "my companion heals in akashingo. this place needs wolves to hold it, whether or not i am the one to do it."