Redsand Canyon Chionóptosi

Another patrol livened the man’s spirits.

As he ventured through the canyonland, Arsenio drew his gaze upward to watch snowflakes flurry down from overhead. High along the canyon rides were blankets of snow, startlingly contrasted against the russet color of the rock. It was a lovely territory, though he could not say if that was because the Pharaoh was miles away and Tamar was safe nearby. It likely had a great deal to do with it.

Arsenio prowled along the terrain’s edges and marked it as often as he could manage. He searched the distant terrain with a sweep of his gaze, seeking to catch any movement in the snowfall.