Redsand Canyon Chionóptosi

Age did not matter, not to Arsenio. He was a demigod, after all. The redstone wolf walked with jubilant youth in every step. Germanicus acted as though he was marching to Charon, ready to be ferried on to the afterlife. There was an aged staunchness to him. He was not a man who struck Arsenio as being joyous or buoyant. Any glimpse at emotion was something of a surprise. In fact, the Roman reminded him a great deal of his father. It was business with Germanicus, with hints of his heart if one paid close enough mind.

Arsenio was sharp with his gaze and happy to assume.

The Greek laughed, jumping to a start with the swiftness of a spring hare. He did not wait for Germanicus to begin their race. He was a man who seized opportunity. Besides, he wished to see how swiftly the soldier could run. Arsenio swept his gaze over his shoulder to search for the man.