Redsand Canyon peccatus

he slowed. arsenio too had stopped.

their racing was over. the imperator caught his breath, drawing in large draughts of air.

his skin was wet with sweat below his fur.

"good running," germanicus ground out when he could speak again, chuckling weakly. "i could have sworn i ran twice as far as a younger man!"

they would go to the oasis now, he felt, to bathe and to rest, to speak in the words of men.

and then they would return to their wives.