Redsand Canyon mastered from the souls of pain and heartbreak

Derg was fairly close to the border, doing his daily sweep of the area.
He had considered going beyond, exploring a bit more, but the last time he did so ended...badly to say the least.
So he didn't.

The scarred man had already turned and was trotting back to the rendezvous for more of Dove's treatment, but then the howl echoed in his ears. Calling for a presence of leadership. Ah, him.
He turned towards the general direction and loped, hoping this wasn't some sort of trap. But not being Donovan Azura had some sort of advantage, right?

Soon enough, he pulled up to a pale warrior, marked by her own scars and haughty demeanour.
His tail waved softly in greeting, glad to see she was alone. 
"You have business here?" He questioned. Of course, she thought so, and perhaps it was well warranted, but he still had to ask.