Redsand Canyon Shuffle, shuffle Jab

Reyson made a face. I have never liked poppies. They help with pain, but bad dreams. I avoid them if I can. He listened to the names that rolled of her tongue, different than he was used too. Mahler and Wylla. I will remember them. And he would. If the healer felt fit to give him their names, he would keep them to himself, and remember.

You also. Congratulations again on the little ones. Reyson watched her go back into her den. Once he was certain she was alright. He dipped his head and moved away. To continue his patrol and his thoughts.