Redsand Canyon Home hearth

Reyson had all but forgotten of his first visit here. And he hadn't meant anything by his offering of food. In his former pack the soldiers fed the mothers. They simply dropped food at the den mouth and continued on which he had tried to do.

Though, the initial greeting came barrelling back when he was chuffed at and turned to meet the voice. A prickle of unease skittered along his spine, but he shifted to face.

No, just burying a rabbit. Do you have need of me?

He kept his body in neutral position.