Redsand Canyon paganus

this forest had no name.

germanicus paused to examine a tangle of mossy roots. underpaw the ground was wet with snow-soaked leaves. but the absence of snow was pronounced, despite the chill of the air.

the untitled stream burbled merrily between its steep banks.

germanicus stepped down to drink, head lifting after a moment to search for any woodland creatures that might have come down from the colder mountains. it was time for mereo to hunt.