Redsand Canyon I Think You Deserve Much Better Than Me

A howl resonated for him though the canyon.
Nyra.
The white witch who had betrayed their allies and subsequently the Saints.
Kynareth knew what he would have done. Derg would have presented her to Ursus for what she did. He wouldn't allow it though.
And so he simmered away from her.

Though she'd put herself on his usual patrol route today.
He didn't take long to reach her, his small form commanding power in her presence.
She sunk low.
Derg watched her submit easily, looked to see how her wounds were doing.
Not too good, it seemed.
He looked back to her once she'd finished speaking, thinking about his words carefully.
He wanted to lecture her, to tell her how stupid it was of her, why didn't she ask for an escort? Did she eve know of their war? She knew that they were still prickly around the edges, and espeecially after a battle...
He wanted to smite her there and then, but Ursus was a lost cause now.

"As long as you know now." There was no kindness hinting his gaze like usual. He couldn't muster it. "How are you wounds?" He hoped to soften himself by asking, to hear the pain his pack endured here.