Redsand Canyon Machitís

Towhee’s call was loud, that was certain. If there were wolves in the hollow, they would have certainly heard it. Arsenio squinted, gazing into the distant terrain with a stiff posture. His ears stood to draw in any answer they might receive. Nothing but the wind met him.

You were loud, he said with a snicker to the warrior woman. But there is no answer.

The mercenary wondered if she wished to venture deeper into the hollow. If there were wolves there, Towhee and Arsenio could sniff them out. Perhaps they were not inclined to answering calls. The mercenary did not mind meeting them face-to-face.