Redsand Canyon and wouldn't it be nice if i could sleep in my own bed

he didn't want to be here, he really didn't.

but he wondered, as the snow crusted the mountains, if it was maybe time to see if his mother might come to paleo. a place he had come to love and cherish for the way they lived, the lands they tended to. he knew that paleo would like her too.

only her scent was lacking here among the markers of mereo.

he couldn't find it. anywhere.

not his father's scent.

not his mother's scent.

not his brother's scent.

he could not explain the sudden panic that overcame him in a feverish way — and despite every instinct, he called for @Germanicus.