Redsand Canyon The horse has a voice.

*snags this so fast*

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a stranger is at tikal's borders.

she does not call, but ajaw approaches all the same; sure and swiftfooted.

this one greets you. ajaw speaks in the tongue of many, going off what the wolves of these wilds have thus spoken during meetings.

she smells of sweet mothersmilk and many wolves.

frostbound gaze takes in her unique fur colors, and how they remind ajaw, interesting enough of the redsand and redrock basked in shadows, with golden eyes of sundisks.