Redsand Canyon You hate the fame, love the game

for @Clay
deluge forecast: rain, 71 F

The rain had kept things relatively cool, for which he was grateful, even if it had caused issues elsewhere; he had always been innately selfish. His raven coat was damp and stood out against the overcast day as he made his way through the canyon with no particular plan in mind. He was easily bored, and so today had woken feeling restless and frustrated. It was possible he was looking for something to entertain him—someone whose boundaries he could test maybe. 

Or maybe he could find a more productive use of his time, although that idea sounded less interesting. The Grandmaster's scent filled his nose as he continued his wandering, and he wondered if he might be able to talk him into another spar; it would be a good way to work off some of his restless energy. So he locked on to the scent and began to track it, slowing down as it became stronger to look for the signs of a den.