Redsand Canyon In this life

Reyson had ran, his sides heaving, back aching. But he had run. It was different this time than the night before, when he had run just for the hell of it. Finally, he hit the walls of the canyon, soot and stones spraying behind him as he skidded to a stop. He thought of running to look for Maxim, but instead he lifted his nose in a howl, that tapered off on a harsh breath.

It wasn't urgent he didn't think, and he trusted Meadow implicitly, but Towhee wanted Maxim and as a friend to both he had come to get him.

Eyes searching the sands of Mereo, hoping his friend would hurry his ass up and he was within hearing distance.