Redsand Canyon Now time for Plan A

As he waited, he allowed himself to lean upon the assumption that this was where his son had settled. He wondered, then, if Fennec had made her way here yet. He couldn’t decipher her scent in the area, but it was still entirely possible that she’d passed by. And if Killdeer already knew that his parents had separated, how had he handled the news? 

Maybe they should have told their son together, but there was nothing he could do to change that now. 

The man who approached bore an austere stare, which caused Bronco to fawn slightly, curling his posture in appeasement. In all the times he had assisted a pack’s leader with border patrols, he’d never smiled upon the idea that guardians needed to be so stiff and formal. He’d always had an inclination toward being outwardly friendly, despite the risk it might’ve meant should that kindness be seen as weakness. It made his heart sore to be greeted by someone who was so serious but he submitted nonetheless, regardless of the ache it caused. 

”Friendly,” He said softly. A declaration of peaceful intentions that was earthy and earnest. ”I’m a traveller, searching for family that I believe have settled here.” He answered, with a slight twitch of his nose.