Redsand Canyon Bane

The young wolf had not known what to do with himself in the Imperator’s absence. He had put himself to work. Patrols on the mouth of the canyon. He climbed to the higher portions so that he might look down and see how the snows shifted along the red stone. Cad contemplated going to the lake but diverted his path upon an unfamiliar scent - the Imperatrix. 

The boy sniffed quietly, uncertain. He had a pheasant he had caught from early in the morning. It’s feathers were bright and shimmering. Cad could offer it to the woman he had only seen in passing - her eyes misty and mesmerising from afar. 

Ma’am? Madam @Fennec? he called to her, hoping he might draw near.