Redsand Canyon Machitís

I’m not really sure, Towhee admitted. I just smelled piss on the wind and it didn’t belong to anybody I know. I figure if they’re passing through the area, that’s one thing. But if they’re making a point to pee on stuff, then…

They had officially ventured to the ridge between the canyon to the north and the hollow to the south. Towhee stood tall, peering down into the small combe. It was similar to the canyon and the vale, though something—something mundane, like the angle of the sun—suddenly reminded her of the distant strath. She shuddered a bit.

Do we want to howl or something? she wondered aloud, eyes darting to Arsenio’s face. Only he would be able to keep an ear out for replies, but if someone was trying to claim it, it would be reckless to treat this any differently than a potential border.