Redsand Canyon Machitís

Hmm, the mercenary hummed in thought. No, the idea of someone passing through and marking close enough for Mereo to smell did not sit comfortably with him. Towhee was right. Arsenio thought that it was best they check to see if these wolves were passing through, or if they had intentions to stay.

Picking across rough stone, the red-furred figure drew up beside the warrior woman and scanned the area ahead of them. She asked if they should howl. It was the best way to draw attention to where they were, and Arsenio thought it would be the most likely to lure pack wolves from within. He glanced back toward her and smiled.

Give it a loud one. I’ll keep an ear out, he said.