Redsand Canyon saepenumero

He was late. Oh, so late. He galloped up and along the undulating terrain of Mereo, having no excuse as to why he had missed his leader's call.

—believe Mereo should move to the southlands.

He gave a fervent nod, skidding to a stop, panting slightly at the periphery of the gathered pack. He flashed his mother a sheepish grin, then turned his golden eyes to Germanicus, expectant—and apologetic.

He hoped he hadn't missed any announcements pertaining specifically to himself.

That would be embarrassing.