Redsand Canyon Zestasiá

The sun was setting in the distance, and it had painted the canyon in an array of fiery oranges and golds the likes of which he had only seen in the fur of his beloved. Arsenio had finished a patrol and he trotted back to their den, their home, with the intent to find @Tamar and pull her from the furs. He wished to show her the canyon and have her taste their freedom.

My love, the Greek sang as he poked his head into their home. A smile curled his features and his tail flagged behind him.

My love, come and see the colors of the canyon. I have a lovely spot to watch the sun set. Come, come!