Redsand Canyon Bane

Yes, ma’am- er- Fennec, he corrected himself swiftly. He didn’t want to upset her. She looked tired, so tired. The weight upon her shoulders must have been enough to sag her. She still met him with kindness. Her pale sandy fur pulled his attention for a time. The misty look in her eyes was unmistakable. 

I brought you something if- if that’s alright. Just something to eat. The pheasant was lowered to the ground and nudged forward until it would touch her paws. His mossy gaze was warm, bright, seeking. Cad wished to ask her about her skills. The Imperator had said she was a medic, too. 

Cad, yes. That’s me. I was hoping to meet you. I’m something of an aspiring medic, the young wolf offered. His voice was sweet and soft. To his listener, he would sound enthralled and reverent.