Redsand Canyon My brains bruised from all the bad news

Donovan sees the wolf joining him out of the corner of his eye, catches a hint of her sweet smell through the breeze.
Familiar yet unfamiliar, that’s how he knows it isn’t one of the other females of his pack. He’s turning towards her and watches as the sun beats down onto the mix of pale chocolate and midnight black of her coat. The twinkle of light off of her fiery orange eyes. He’d be lying if he says he didn’t shamelessly take in her beautiful form as she pads up to him.

He’s smiling back to her, a potentially teasing upwards tilt of his lips. “Evening, darling.” He greets easily with an upwards tilt of his chin. “I was wanting to give you a little tour. Follow me.” 

With that he’s trotting off closer to the hills taller rock formations in Healers Pass. Dropping into dips and climbing rock, both steep and rolling, to finally end up on a tall plateau like rock overlooking the canyon of red. It’s a truly beautiful sight and for a second he pants, unusual black tongue lulling out to catch his breath and cool himself down. 

“This is Redsand Canyon.” He hums to her when she joins him. It’s almost magical.