Redsand Canyon I'm not the one who's so far away

Forgot to tag! @Germanicus

The red canyon was stark against the grey-and-white mountains, like an old bloodstain from a battle lost long ago. Tybault stood just beyond the outskirts of the claimed land, watching. Only a few moments had passed since he'd halted here to survey the land, but it felt like an eternity. He hated this. Another day, another pack full of strangers. When would it end?
Winifred would have laughed at his complaints. She had always been his opposite, always disagreeing with him. She was flighty and unpredictable, and devastatingly confident to make up for what she lacked. She didn't see the value of family or loyalty. Even on that last day, when it had mattered more than ever. She had told him not to search. Then she laughed in his face when he said he was going anyway. She had known he would hate every minute of it — and so had he. The difference was, Tybault knew why he had to do it anyway.
He steeled himself and howled for an audience. The sooner he got answers, the sooner he could move on. He didn't let himself dare to hope that these pack wolves would bring him anything but more disappointment. So far, every encounter had ended the same way. No one had seen her. No one had heard of her. Maybe she was dead.
But he couldn't give up until he knew for sure.