Redsand Canyon peccatus

Over the fallen tree, Germanicus landed with a competent return to his gait. Arsenio was a breath behind him. A rush of air was pushed from his lungs as his paws struck the earth with a great deal of force. A low grunt fell from his lips, but he would not allow himself to be delayed.

Panting and quaking from their efforts, the mercenary continued at the side of the Roman. His speed had been dampened by the acrobatics. The burning of his throat and lungs was amplified with each inhale. Arsenio would not be able to see the fun in more sprinting. His gaze shifted toward the Imperator.