Redsand Canyon we built these dreams on sand

Glaukos had been tasked with something new, now that he was recovered from the worst of his injuries. He had been told to scout the northern canyon to the best of his ability and to take all the time necessary to get a good lay of the land; now, upon his return some days later, hew as in need of a proper bath and a hot meal. If he had anything to report he would seek out Germanicus; but he wasn't hunting for the Imperator by any means, which was indication enough that the time spent on patrol hadn't amounted to much.
His dark shape slouched as he marched, first to the soldier's quarters where he thought Kallik might be resting, then to the common ground when he could not find the other soldier. The others were most likely out on patrol or hunting, given the time of day. Glaukos walked until he felt the need to sit and practically deflated on the spot, peering wearily towards the nearby rise. Just over that ledge was the path to the civilian housing.
Take a wife. A familiar voice revived upon the wind, which only he could hear. He scoffed and turned his attention to the sorry state of his coat, and began to lazily clean dust from his fur.