Redsand Canyon turn one misstep into bonemeal

They walked together for a few metres before the pale wolf turned, regarding Glaukos, who became disinterested in the manner of a cat playing keep-away with his eyes. When the other guardian made his comment one of Glaukos' tattered ears turned to catch it.

He grunted. No.

There was some tension in the air that they likely both felt. Glaukos hadn't made it any better with his cajoling, and he wasn't about to apologize. He didn't really know why he followed the other boy.

At some point in his life, Glaukos had had a brother. That brother was now long gone; dead more than likely, vanished otherwise, written off as yet another soul who had chosen to abandon him. Friendships were not something Glaukos knew how to form or upkeep; but a working relationship? Maybe.

Patrolling. He uttered after a second or two, as if it required thought. ...So? Get a move on. Don't trip.