Redsand Canyon munit tome'tayl, skotah iisa

munit tome'tayl, skotah iisa, long memory, short fuse. Not near any borders.

There was to be war upon their banks. Nyra was recruiting, the air was tense.

Simran ghosted through pack lands, never quite paying attention to where they were except to know where a border was so they could turn away from it. They walked, and walked, and walked until their blood appeared upon the stone and was swept away by sand and wind.

It was a hard choice, to stay here or to run away from what was coming. It would not bring dishonor, their contract was moot. They shook their head, heart in their throat as they considered their options. They did not want to leave.

They also did not want to die.