Redsand Canyon Chionóptosi

The run had been good for Arsenio, too. Each stretch of his body released tension that he had been holding for many months.

By the time the duo had concluded their sprint across the canyon floor, the Greek man felt hungry. He believed it would do well to allow Germanicus time to be with his wife. The thought of Tamar sent an eruption of butterflies through his stomach. In Mereo, they would be permitted to sleep together. The thought of a warm den shared with his lovely autumn leaf carried him to where she was.

Arsenio slept well. His dreams were unclouded by thoughts of Akashingo.