Redsand Canyon master of illusion, architect of deceit

His silence was loud and his embarkment into the canyon without another glance in her direction annoyed the coyote even further. Now that he had found what he was searching for, it was like that was all that mattered. 
Though, she couldn’t quite blame the guy for it; a home, somewhere to call hers, was exciting. 

And, maybe, once the mountain man returned his attention to her, they could christen every crook and cranny of this canyon.

But, for now, she huffed her annoyance, catching Menthe’s eye to send her a highly exaggerated eye roll. She smirked in return, before she nodded in Ace’s direction, “Men.”

She saddled up a little closer to Menthe, a gentle brush of her shoulder to the female’s, and her eyes scanned the fiery world before them. She appreciated the woman’s presence, it was definitely a breath of fresh air compared to the presence of man, but how long would it last? Menthe’s lack of response to Ace’s declaration of home caused Cynna to feel a little curious.

“What do you think, Minty? Is this somewhere you would want to call home?” She winked at the silly play on words of the female’s name, liking that it also matched the woman’s eyes.