Redsand Canyon seems a pity not to take a chance

successful hunts of small mountain game had begun to fill mereo's first caches.

he and his auxilia had learned to roam overtop the passageways. they were wolf-trails and deer-paths alike, twisting over the catacombs and sand-floored mazes of the canyon.

it was from one such perch that he spotted ruenna. he knew it to be her not first by gait but by bearing. the first emotion experienced by the imperator was unnameable.

he focused himself upon the descent. she had not called for him, not yet. the eagle kept his approach tactful, listening for any footfalls from glaukos or kallik.