Redsand Canyon for the promise to come back

The weak sun was almost warm on Wylla's dark back as she walked along a winding trail toward the canyon where the Saints had built their nest so long ago. Since landing in Sleepy Fox Hollow, she had avoided thinking about them, but Wylla was not comfortable leaving the question unanswered forever. She couldn't see herself raising her cubs here in the mountains if the Saints still lurked.

To her dismay, the closer she drew to the canyon, the stronger the scent of gathered wolves grew. They were still here, it seemed. She stopped long before the borders proper to drop her nose and investigate further. Among the scents, she could not recognize either of the cocky Saints who had visited the bypass in the past.

With full confidence that she could outrun any of the gargantuan Saints despite being halfway through pregnancy, Wylla lifted her nose into the air and loosed a low call for the canyon denizens. Perhaps if their arrogant leaders had left, there could be peace.