Redsand Canyon Twerking at the hoedown

The sound of voices pulled Atreus out of his circling thoughts. He still hadn’t arrived at a decision, though he was leaning toward going with Amalia. They both lived on a mountain, so he was shit out of luck there. He didn’t doubt Void would do his best to protect him but Amalia had the support of a pack. Speaking of which, was that what he was hearing: pack wolves?

He crept toward the sound and found himself approaching the rim of a canyon. Atreus couldn’t see anything but a stretch of trees, their uppermost boughs rocking in the wind currently soughing through the surrounding peaks. The voices rose and fell with it, though he was distracted by the smells.

The pup could see no way to climb down from here, nor did he think that would be very smart. But he was intrigued, so he began to move around the rim of the canyon, pausing every now and again to read the wind again, heading west and then south. He could no longer hear the voices, yet the border markings were unmistakable here.

Atreus frowned thoughtfully.