Redsand Canyon peccatus

The redstone wolf had been prowling the canyonland when the sound of paws drew his ears to a point.

Arsenio turned to see the figure of Germanicus streaking across his claim. The shape of his body was strong, swift. The Greek smiled at the image. Their Imperator was a good man with a fine spirit. The mercenary did not ask if he might join the other – he darted forward until his paws were turning the earth beneath him and he was closing the space between his frame and that of the Roman.

A bark drew the attention of the grey-muzzled man.