Redsand Canyon It's time to Strap our Boots On

Reyson frowned and followed behind his leader. He thought and then he spoke a rare inkling of sadness worming it's way into his words.

I don't know. I have always been a fighter, warrior. Fight and die. That was my lot in life. And I did, but they could not kill me, though they tried. Now they are all gone and I am at a loss.

Reyson frowned, thoughts racing. I like to hunt. And I have ample patience for older wolves. Pups make me nervous, too little. I have high regard for healers, but the trade doesn't appeal to me.