Redsand Canyon Stros

Paeon was a name that could have come from the Spice Sands. It wasn’t too far from the names that were given to the pups Cad had grown up with. In that sense, he was grateful for a sense of familiarity. It was nice to hear that he wasn’t the only newcomer to the Imperator’s lands. She had a few months on him, of course. The medic wondered if there was anything he could learn.

I’m from a place in the Spice Sands called Maofen.

The mossy-eyed figure offered a small smile. His features were drawn into a nervous expression. Cad maintained his pleasant waving tail. The familiar twist of homesickness had brought it on, maybe. An anxiety of being in a place he did not know.

A place in the warm red sands. We never see snow, his voice was offered softly.