Redsand Canyon swiftfoot

Quick Kaelan was quick to notice other scents inhabiting the canyon that ajaw had chosen as holy.

They lingered in the forgotten corners, whispering against her territorial hindbrain, pushing her to buck up and do something about it. So, of course, she did. She brushed shoulders in those forgotten corners, marking it in a thousand ways and ensuring her scent was the one that lingered there.

She would make a complex effort to mark the corners and boundaries over the next several days, willing her scent to entwine with the very being of the stone, so the godless knew that those blessed walked here. Tikal had put their feet upon this earth, and thus it was theirs.

Hers by association, of course.

She moved at a lope across the walls of the canyon, tongue lolling from her mouth, every inch of her already intense being now intently focused on making sure this canyon smelled like her