Redsand Canyon fasst euch ein herz

From afar the figure looked like a reedy, dark fox. Like it couldn't decide between a coat of red or of black, and crossed somewhere in the middle.

Glaukos watched from one of the hidden lookout spots for a while, partly because he was still sore from his aggressive spar against Kallik, and partly to study the stranger that lurked beyond Mereo.

If they came any closer he would make himself known. Expend the energy to chase them off if they were here to rob the place, or give an appropriate warning. For now he lurked along the ridge; unwilling to strain his recent injuries any more than necessary.

The fight with Kalllik had somehow drilled patience in to Glaukos' brain, which was a good shift from his usual bite-first policy, at least for the girl.