Redsand Canyon Machitís

The red-furred wolf approached her and peered down to the hollow that she referenced with squinted eyes. He sniffed at the wind, curious. From Mereo, there would be no scents that he could distinguish from that of their own and the wilderness that surrounded them.

Let’s go see, hm? the man asked of her, turning to face the dark-furred woman. Arsenio had trekked with Towhee into unfamiliar terrain before. This excursion would not bother him. If there were wolves looking to settle in the hollow, it was best that the soldiers of Mereo meet them.