Redsand Canyon No We Will Not Sleep

Shadows rose from the west, as the sun sank down beyond the hills and valleys beyond. There was a restlessness to him, a feeling of prickling beneath his fur. He wasn't certain why or what he felt this for. He imagined it had a lot to do with the feeling of displacement, and discontent he had, had lately.

Though he was fast learning to get along and trust again. It was a slow process. Mostly he was just fearful that he would open his heart or begin to trust and they would trust him and then he would not be able to save them if it became an issue. That was his biggest concern.

Large footpaws on sand gliding and slow. Gilded in gold, he walked blue eyes lifting from one tree top to the other. He shook his fur out.