Redsand Canyon Being held down by gravity

Derg flopped down into the sand, panting.
He didn't like the fact his winter coat was already coming through.
The basin was still pretty toasty. The winds would be an issue for the winter though.

Derg frowned for a moment -- more like a micro-reaction. Almost missed him, but didn't.
Whatever.

He looked away for a moment before looking back to Donovan.
"What's your news then, big boy?" He let a teasing smirk etch his face, hoping to chase away any doubts Kynareth had if he saw the facial movement.