Redsand Canyon i can see your face in the parisian paintings

Soon it would become too difficult for Wylla to travel beyond Paleo, so she kissed her husband goodbye and set out over the borders and into the surrounding mountains with purpose. It had been some time since they heard from Tikal. While she was not ordinarily the type for ambassador duty, the restlessness of pregnancy spurred her to make an appearance today.

She was surprised when she arrived at the canyon's edge to find only stale scent markings. The little wolf dipped her head low over the ground, tracing what remained of the borders. It would be weeks before they fully dissipated, but it was clear no one had been by to refresh these in several days.

Wyll took the opportunity to scrape her paws over the red earth, depositing her own scent as a signal to any sentries who might pass this way before cautiously stepping further into the canyon. Perhaps they had simply moved their borders closer to the heart of their territory?