Redsand Canyon paganus

The redstone figure kept pace with the silvered hunter. His glacial eyes traced the paths and the lines of the trees that filled the area. Arsenio could only imagine how full of prey that area would be when springtime arrived. He made a note in his mind to return with Tamar when the sunlight had cleared away the snow.

Germanicus had found a trail. The mercenary stopped to sniff at the hoof prints in the muck. The Roman had a good eye. Arsenio looked to the man with a small nod. He was ready to pursue their target – into the lush. A smile swept the mercenary’s features.