Redsand Canyon lush flowers taken for granted

it was not long before the tiger himself attended merrick, still wearing those same robes, tones, smirk. the coywolf sauntered close with tail waving, pausing some feet away. "the pleasure is mine."
he cast a rowdy glance pointedly downward, where the path led into the canyon, then back to donovan. the scents of many clung to him; a myriad wafting of warrior and women alike.
"is this where my allies have settled?" the boy purred upward into the man's face, brazen, daring despite the open walls and easy visibility of them both. "ursus has come to pay their respects."