Redsand Canyon sunset

Reyson made his way on lumbering paws towards the pack caches near the housing. The ewe was upon his broad shoulders and a bone with fur and small pieces in his maw. It was awkward and strange, and blood dripped down his back, but it had been the easiest way to carry it.

He was a bit oblivious to those around him. Though he was trying not to run into anyone. He wanted to lay this nearest the dens for mothers. Though he had learned his lesson not to lay it near their den mouths as he had done in his former pack.