Redsand Canyon (Nothing but) ashes...

Habits were slow to form, but form they did.

Glaukos had gotten it in his head that patrols were his thing so he was hard at work, once again, as always. Moving through portions of the canyon that he knew and avoiding the northern reaches, where the caves dominated and the paths got too narrow for his broad-shouldered self, he moseyed slowly towards the training grounds.

He came upon the sparring arena in time to notice someone racing around it at a full canter, and within moments of finishing their run the wolf cast their head back and --- howls don't sound like that, at all. Glaukos couldn't identify what they were trying to do (die loudly maybe?) and stopped to stare.

When there was silence again (and he could unclench his everything) he realized his name had been shouted (screamo-style) and that earned a dull grunt.