Redsand Canyon Bane

It was swift, the fire that sparked beneath her words. A blessing, perhaps, that she could not see the look of dumbfoundedness upon his features.

Cad was speechless, taking in her words and the intention behind them. He had only washed up on an unfamiliar shore. Familiarity, commonality, those were things he thought were wisest to seek. The words she said had merit, though. In his home, the wolves were remarkably similar to how she described Mereo. Soldiers were alike, he had found. They were men underneath, but they scarcely allowed themselves to reveal those tender parts.

You’re right, he said after some thought. But- But not entirely. I’m not opposed to new. The only thing I’ve known has been the sand and the war that took place on it. This is already new! The laugh that bubbled up from his mouth felt inappropriate, in the moment.

Miss Fennec, my time is not wasted here.

The mossy eyes of the young wolf ventured to her features. He wished he could hear more. He wished he could comment on the oddity it was that she had pledged herself to a home where she felt such discontent.

I’m already learning.