Barrier Gulch dex, sin, dex

omg i've been blessed with a s'ari thread

His head rests upon the shale, eyes fluttered to a close. All is silent, for a while, save for the short bursts of wind that echo through the canyon.
But that was odd. There was no breeze.
He swivels his head around; perhaps Andromache had come to find him — or taunt him with a mocking tune — but there is nothing, no shadow, except for what appears to be a coyote.
A free-roaming coyote? So close to where wolves inhabit? This was certainly unusual. His bicolored gaze narrows inquisitively as he leans forward. Hello, he thunders, a bark in hopes of earning its attention. are you a local, caninus?
How pitiful to ask for guidance from a lesser subspecies, but perhaps he could benefit from the humbling given the dire straits.