Redsand Canyon vorago

germanicus nodded. "one of our lessons will be to hunt them." but not today. he looked around for another path that might avoid the goats.

it would cut to the left. he grunted, toes holding along the sheer precipice that was surely not meant for wolves to cross. and yet he meant for them to do just this. their prize would be a respite in the form of a wider ledge, one all of them might rest upon.