Rattleskin Redoubt shikaaree

As his family settled northward, Brac drifted through the land in between. It had been hard not to dwell on the cave paintings left unfinished in the ravine, and the fixation drove him to finally leave the land they began to fix as their home to tend to the work he had left behind.

He had already travelled far by the time he'd reached the Redoubt. His parents had warned him of the rattlesnakes here, so he chose a large outcropping to rest upon, one that had no cracks for smashes to dwell on and that overlooked the red land below. He had come to reckognize the form of kin moving about the sands not far beneath him, and Brac had settled to watch the Coyote hunt, amusement and curiosity sparkling in his eyes.

Unafraid of a like creature, Brac hummed a short song he'd heard the song birds sing, quiet enough so as to not disturb the hunter's prey, and loud enough he hoped the coyote might turn and find him hidden upon the rock.