Redsand Canyon stones

I think we could fade this and I could make you a new one that is not so dated. ;w; <3

Hmm… I do not know of Glaukos. There is a dark-furred man with a sour face. I have not spoken to him. Not yet.

Arsenio wondered if this was the other, the man that his wife spoke of. If it was the darker man he had seen in passing, it was really no wonder why they had not spoken. The Greek did not think that he looked the approachable type. He had seen many men like that in his life, and he was not opposed to working alongside them. Arsenio simply thought that they required a different approach. There was a level of respect to be earned.

If that is the man, he does not look as though he is a happy one. It will make him a good soldier. He can frighten away his opponents before they ever clash fangs.

Arsenio laughed and bumped his snout against hers. It felt easy, being there and sharing stories with Tamar about his day. He enjoyed hearing her experience with the other members of Mereo. The man thought he could listen to her for hours.