Redsand Canyon Waiting for a sign

From miles away, Bronco could barely see where the canyon fell into the mountains, a slight slice of red against the grey of stone. He knew well enough not to come within sight of any wolves patrolling, and was too far to be scented- but his voice, however, could carry. 

Howls weren’t a private way to have a conversation, but it was the easiest way for him to reach out to his son, and check in on him from time to time. So he released a call for his son, knowing it would be heard likely by more than just Killdeer- though he would have had no idea exactly whose ears it might have reached.