Redsand Canyon In this life, there is no surrender

Reyson looked towards the clear sky. The weight of the oppressive heat upon hi shoulders and yet a gentle breeze that blew across him, helped to alleviate some of the humidity that struck and clung to him. Ice blue eyes skimmed the area. There was no one out and about, it was quiet and for that he was grateful. Not that he would have minded company, but some of what Maxim had said, still clung to him like a burr.

It was with this thought in mind, that he loped on large paws towards the borders. Perhaps, duty would be best. This would help him clear his mind and still do something useful. He slowly walked along the forest line, paws scratching at the dirt. He lifted a leg to remark some of the borders.