Redsand Canyon Dusty roads ain't made for walking

"that makes us family as well as friends. i am ruenna's husband." he turned toward lane and tuuluuwaq with the air of a soldier with arms crossed behind his back. "she is the matrona here and oversees the commoner ranks."

the eagle paused. "i will not press the two of you if you mean to move on quickly with the aim of rejoining the rest of your pack. but i feel she would welcome a visit."

traveling west would bring them to a swatch of stone ledges, uncomfortable but not uninhabitable for a night or two. a thin rivulet of water that could hardly be called a stream would lead the duskfire pair there.