Redsand Canyon They came to see you spit your game

Derg was taking another trip to the falls on his rounds.
He often patrolled from Beecher's Hope, where he got muddied by the orange clay, and travelled all the way down towards Paranoia Peaks. The route he travelled was arguably the second most dangerous, for intruders who knew this sort of landscape would stick to the water to find their way and combat the unprecedented heat.

It also showed him who had been through too, for the water's edge was often damp and held paw prints.

On his patrol from the north to the south of the territory, he was passing Paradise Falls.
Sprawled out on a rock, a deep, dark shadow. Darker than Donovan, which earned a bit of caution from Derg.
He didn't know this man well, who's name had slipped his mind with recent events.

Derg chuffed, trotting up lazily, deciding a break wouldn't be amiss.
"Are you ok?" he asked. He'd hate for a packmate to be overcome by the heat, or thinking they'd be fine after an attack from some strange canyon animal.
And then drop dead.