Redsand Canyon Stros

She dutifully inspected him. The peach-faced wolf did not stir beneath her. She was only doing what was right by her post.

When the woman stepped back, she offered a small apology. She said that she had been fulfilling her own task. Cad couldn’t help but smile. He understood these tasks, the importance of protecting a home. It was good that she was seeing through with her intentions.

No apologies needed, ma’am.

The medic dipped his snout quickly. His mossy eyes averted from her features for a moment. When they returned, they sparked with interest.

I’m Cad. Can I know your name?