Arrow Lake first confluence

The woman remained silent as Amsu and Stigmata spoke, but Amsu gave her a smile to show that he was still aware of her presence. He nodded as Stigmata explained that they were here for now, but would not remain. When he was asked about his own quest, he hesitated. Here was the moment of truth, letting Stigmata know that he wished to take the canyon right below this area. What would he say? Would he tell him to leave it behind—that the canyon was too close? Amsu took a steadying breath. He was not one for war, and war included verbal disputes.

“Amsu has found… a place he thinks might be suitable for him, and any who might follow…” Another breath. “But it is… close to this place.” He gestured behind him with his muzzle. “Below you is a canyon full of red sand and red rock. It reminds Amsu of his desert home and he has fallen in love with it. He was hoping… He was hoping he might make a home there.” Amsu cleared his throat awkwardly. “If he did, he would be sure to tell his wolves to hunt away from your home and not to bother you. Amsu is not a war-wolf. He only wishes to feel the sun on his face and perhaps to nap in the shade on hot days.” 

This was the best speech he could do. Now he waited, with large pleading eyes, much like a child, for Stigmata’s response.