Redsand Canyon it's hell to where you go

diaspora prospered. the kapitän ended his tight patrol by gathering strands of scent left by thorn and finch, and followed them into the snowy ridges. a herd, moving in search of greenery, not unlike the one that he and stigmata had hunted among their first night together as kill-brothers.
silently warmed by the memory, the fragrance of elk focused the gargoyle, and at length he came upon the gilded she-wolf and her shadowed companion. standing off some ways, he too trained his eyes upon the beasts, searching for weakness in their ranks, though this time he would leave the lead to another of diaspora's finest.