Redsand Canyon Home hearth

Reyson traveled from the little coy dog, and the other's he had met in the last few days. He always returned at night if he could, and he was never gone more than a day. Anxious to be scouting and training. He was not comfortable here, and he couldn't quite figure out why. He was never willing to stay in one place.

It was with this thought, and a rabbit in his jaws that he entered the pack lands. Eyes on the horizon, he went towards the nearest cache, and began to dig. He would deposit the rabbit, and go back to his spot and curl up and think over the days. And wonder at his inability to stay in one place anymore. For 3.5 years of his life, he had no problem staying at his packlands, but here, he was gone every other day.