Redsand Canyon paganus

Hope you don't mind me just swiping your open threads. ^o^ <3

Arsenio trailed after the scent of the Roman, pausing here and there to sniff at something curious he had found. The redstone figure had found himself comfortable with the canyon and its stretch of surrounding land. It felt better to be in the mountains than it did to be on the lone mesa.

Trotting until he had closed the distance between himself at the silver-muzzled man, Arsenio offered him a small nudge to his shoulder. The blue of his eyes followed the burbling waters. It looked to be the perfect place for prey.

Sniffing around at the earth, the Greek tried to pull up any aroma of prey. The world around them smelled of winter chill and damp foliage. When he turned to look to Germanicus, Arsenio expected that he might take the lead.