Redsand Canyon Parádeigma

The redstone wolf bowed his head in thanks to the healer.

It was pleasing to know that the Roman had gathered soldiers and healers. Mereo seemed to be more of a force to be fearful of than Akashingo ever was. Germanicus had gathered a variety of talent beneath his banner. Arsenio was both surprised and impressed, but there was a growing sense of pride to know that he existed beneath that banner, as well.

The mercenary bid the healer a good evening and made his way back to the den that he shared with Tamar. His mind hummed with thoughts of the canyon’s future. Images of pups played alongside these thoughts.