Redsand Canyon Blood orange sunrise.

Have this awkward brute

Reyson had learned his way about the grounds. Had set up his own schedule, wake up with the sunrise one small pleasure that man allowed himself was the sunrise and the sunset. They were to appease his memories of Renaud. Renaud who despite his military bearing, and his cold demeanor had the heart of a child. He loved bright colors, and sunrises and sunsets. Reyson had hated them all, until he lost Renaud and now he watched them for him, always for him.

Reyson had met a few of his packmates, though not many and it was this thought in mind that he grasped a hare in his jaws and took it to one of the dens that he had smelled milk and babies and something more. Though what the something more was, he didn't think on. He wasn't planning on staying. He just wanted to drop the food and be gone.

He made it to the den and around a mouthful of fur and blood, he chuffed and lay it gently at the den mouth. He didn't wish to push it in or push his head and shoulders into the den. It was not his place. No his place was the borders, the caches. Anything, but this.

Food. He spoke to the den mouth. No more, no less. He wanted ot make sure the mother got her sustenance and then he'd be on his way.