Redsand Canyon A dirt road's singing me a siren song

Reyson knew nothing of the changes that had transpired while he was away, but he was training hard now that he had returned. He had some energy to burn off, a newfound lease on life. He also had to think hard about how he wanted to best court Meadow. She was a complex wolf and one he wanted to make sure he treated her well and made sure she got what she wanted.

He brushed a paw over the dirt and was jolted from his warm up, by paw step on sand. He tilted his head and eyed Fennec as she came near the sparring pits. Though their first spar had been disastrous he had realized she didn't want pity.

So he chuffed and spoke. Would you like to Spar, Lady Fennec?