Redsand Canyon Spare me your Degradation

Reyson shifted and spoke softly. Not only would it get boring, it would be unsafe. Someone could easily come in and usurp the leaders, and kill those that followed them.

Reyson thought of his former home. There was much that he missed from it, but none more than those he had grown with. Those who had followed him and the one he had loved.

Reyson wasn't certain if he wanted to rise through the ranks here. The simple fact was, he was tired. Tired of fight and bleed and die. Tired of conquer or be conquered. He found he rather enjoyed teaching. If he could have a place there to teach those who wanted to learn, he would like it.

Reyson did not know many of those names. Though he surmised that Towhee who wasn't Aquene, was the wolfess that had just about ripped his face off, for dropping off meat. He wasn't certain how he felt about her yet. He could understand her aggression, and yet he also couldn't. He hadn't been down in the den, simply putting something near it.

It must be a nice feeling to have those you care for all around you. You have a very large family. I do not know that feeling. Unless you count, comrades in arms.