Redsand Canyon Voithó

Aquene was guarded for several moments. The mercenary did not press her. He let her find a distance that was comfortable while holding his footing where he had landed. When she seemed to have caught her breath, speaking clearly, Arsenio plopped to a sit.

She wanted to know where he had learned to fight.

Where I am from, young men are turned to soldiers. My own father threw me from the cliffs and into the sea when I was only a year of age, he answered carefully. Since that day, I have journeyed to many places and have fought for many men. The red-furred wolf offered her a small smile, revealing only the tips of his teeth from beneath his lip.

It was tooth and claw that taught me. To fail was to risk death.