Redsand Canyon Like you held onto Light

Donovan can hear yelling echoing throughout the canyon. His ears swivel on his crown as he scans the horizon with his gaze. He’s seeing two or three small forms running straight into the catacombs. They’re fast, he vaguely recognizes the voices. That’s his pack chasing something.

He’s on his way, abandoning the small stream he was drinking from to begin a quick stride to the commotion. Sprinting into the tall walls of the catacombs he’s hearing their steps. He knows this place like the back of his paw and is expertly navigating the maze of rock. 

Finally slowing down he breaches the scene. Nyra, Derg, a stranger. A black shadow of a wolf, slender curve and tall ears and legs. That wolf, or not wolf, he met on the coast — Hemlocke. 

He’s sidling you to the others, powerful form confident and brows furrowed. “Nyra, back down! You as well Derg.” His order booms throughout the canyons close knit walls. “I know him.” He comments easing closer and gazing down to the pitiful form of the thin, other worldly male. 

“What’re you doing here, Hemlocke?” He asks sternly, addressing the intruder.