Redsand Canyon Bane

It hurt him to hear this strife in her tone. Cad didn’t know Fennec. He had not learned the reasons for her brusque words. Even in his unknowing, he felt that there was reason. Could she have been shaped this way from her early years? Maybe, though he had doubts.

The strife was with Mereo. He was new to the canyon outpost. There was no room for a newcomer to speak on her home. She led alongside the yellow-eyed man. Question after question formed in his mind. He wished to ask her, but the young medic sensed that she would do well if he held his tongue. For a time, the silver-furred wolf followed her. He was mindful of her space, of her sharp edges. Cad did not believe that this was all she had to offer.

They drew near to a garden. It was lovely and well-tended.

Cad stood reverently near its edge. He jumped with a start at her laugh. Mossy eyes danced up to her face, reading at her features.

She claimed that she had not learned anything.

Maybe it was not your time to learn. Fennec was being much too hard on herself. But a time to build. She would not see the way his eyes burned into her before flicking to her garden.

This is amazing work. His voice was soft.