Redsand Canyon Home hearth

Reyson would protect the borders, he would not protect singular wolves. He did not want the pain that came with the loss, and sometimes there was a loss.

Physical pain he could deal with, he reveled in it actually. It kept him centered, reminded him that he was alive. The emotional turmoil, that was the likes he preferred to stay from.

It is an admirable task to guard the borders and those you are tasked too. I have done it. You will get there, you are already well on your way it seems.

Reyson scratched paws in the dirt, found some bushes to loose some of his fur on.

He looked up and shook his head. I have not had the pleasure. Though I have not sought many out.