Redsand Canyon Bow your head soldier, the heart keeps marching on

Reyson shifted and stood slowly, but kept his head lower, and his tail tucked, he turned towards the south and motioned with his head. Forest and Mountains. Tall trees to hunt. Mountains to rove and defend. Before that I was mm.

He grew quiet remembering, then nodded his head. West, plains, tall grasses, rivers, no mountains, no forest, just dirt and weeds.

Reyson had noticed the other's strengths right away. He was stocky, sturdy would not go down without a fight. Like hitting rock. He was clearly intelligent, and would not be easily tricked. He was one Rey would have needed to watch, pick his overreach spot, but he wasn't here to attack him, so he had simply put it to the back of his mind.