Redsand Canyon Home hearth

Reyson was a shameless wolf, there was nothing that could be done in front of him, that even drew an eyebrow, except maybe something heinously violent, but that was something different. So he didn't even bat an eye at the younger male's scent marker. He lifted his leg on a bush nearby in fact, and looked over at him, whilst doing so.

Warrior. I have a warriors body and mind. Perhaps tactician. I do not wish to guard anymore.

He had attempted to guard the young beneath him, some as young as the youth in front, but they had perished. HE had attempted to guard Renaud, and he too had lost his life. Blood to spill on the dirt, mix into his paws, stain them red for days. Reyson had walked for days with rusted paws. Until finally it had faded.

What do you do?