Redsand Canyon I killed the orchestra.

Reyson was well aware that his pain did not belong to others, and many would not understand. Though Towhee seemed to accept it all the same and he nodded as they moved on.

A clap on his shoulder, and he snorted good naturedly a half lift of mouth. At least his apology had been well received, it seemed he had been unkind in his thoughts of the she wolf before him. Though, he knew it had been mostly pride, and pride could get you wounded or killed. He would need to better that.

At the first press of Sunshine, he wanted to wince, but he was fine. He would grow into it. He tilted an ear towards her, as he stopped near a bush to lift his leg. He hoped she wasn't offended by the marking while they walked.

I like it. Reminds me a bit of home. I could use more trees though. He joked quietly, though there was some seriousness to it. He loved forests and woodlands. To not have them. It hurt a little.

Were you raised here?