Redsand Canyon turn one misstep into bonemeal

Glaukos could be difficult around other people. He knew better than to trust anyone. His skepticism of the average person extended to Mereo and its own hierarchy — the general included; despite the agreement he had established with the elder wolf, or perhaps in spite of it, he was on higher alert around Germanicus. Kallik was closer to his own age and shared his status as auxillary, and Glaukos did not know how to treat that sameness between them.

The easiest thing he could do, which came quite naturally, was to keep silent and do the work. He could study the land, mark it where necessary, while also studying Kallik. He wondered sometimes if Germanicus preferred the silver-clad boy soldier, but ultimately the approval of some geriatric wasn't something Glaukos desired.

Glaukos ruminated as he performed his duty, only pausing when Kallik's voice broke the quiet. He gave a grunt, eyeing the terrain. No. He answered grimly, like before. This time at least he had more to offer: I have passed it before. It doesn't have many smells. But that had been many days ago.

In truth, he just didn't want to venture deep in to the passage, or anywhere confined; but Glaukos wasn't going to share this idiosyncratic fear with the other wolf. He abhored this weakness in himself.