Redsand Canyon There's nothing left for us to do

Dawn broke across the sky. Clear and exultant and beautiful. Reyson had woken groggy and strange, the sleeping draughts making him sleep, but tired.

He losy himself in the routine of the day. Each paw step and he could push the thoughts, the memories all of it away. At least while his body was busy. His mind grew numb from the constant repression and his chest constantly hurt. He jad upset Meadow, had hurt her feelings and he had sworn he wouldn't. Then he hadn't been there to see her. What if she had come back.

With that thought in mind and absolute self-loathing he cut his claws on trees in the border. Made new markers with water, fur, and claws. There was a consistency to his movements.