Redsand Canyon Black house will rock, blind boys don't lie

Alaric stared at the seriousness of the canyon. There was something about it. It filled him with trepidation and also a healthy dose of awe. It was one of those things that was infinitely dangerous and yet beautiful in it's innate danger. It charged him up. He wanted to just bound and run and roar to the sky.

A youth came towards him a rangy male with red bodied and black stripes. White underbelly. He was built like Alaric himself, except a little more compact. There was a tilt to his head and an easy grin lit up his face. 

Hey there. I'm Alaric Willow. I'm searching for my sister, Amalia. I caught her scent this way. You know her? Pretty black thing, brown tip on her tail, my eyes.