Redsand Canyon scout

Reyson didn't say a word, just moved into step next to the wolf in front of him. Cutting a wide swath towards the canyon walls. Eyes darting from one area to the next.

Large blunt paws, and broad shoulders rubbed against rocks, trees, leaving the scent that others lived here. That it was claimed. He was fine with the silence. He would speak if spoken too, but sometimes you simply needed to be in your own grief and head.