Redsand Canyon we connect, burning bright, holding every breath

Mahler first, please, then looking for leadership and/or sentries!

The sun was still rising over the surrounding mountains when they said their goodbyes to each of their children. Wylla paused longest at @Phaedra's cheek, bidding she take good care of the pups in their absence. It was the first time they had been left alone without their parents. There had been trespassing into the hollow of late — more frequently than Wylla had any care for, proving the world beyond their idyllic home was still full of imbeciles — and she worried that something would happen while they were away.

Wylla knew they came to this meeting with a specific goal in mind, but knowing it didn't stop her from wanting to turn around half a dozen times. In her jaws she carried a bundle of poppies from the meadow, a gift to endear them to the barracks. Their standing with Mereo was assured through her conversation with Kallik and Mahler's connection with their leading female, but it never hurt to bring gifts.

They arrived upon the sloping red ground and halted at a courteous distance from the strongest and freshest scent markings. There were many more wolves here than the hollow. The smell of them traveled much further. It reminded Wylla that she needed to refresh markings along her own borders, and perhaps double them up, given the trespasses. She was of half a mind to mention the two Mereo wolves skulking about on Sawtooth Spire, but knew they had no claim to the mountain, so she would bite her tongue.

Wylla glanced to @Mahler, awaiting his signal, no matter how much he insisted he no longer took the lead.