Redsand Canyon Chionóptosi

The Roman gained his speed in lengthy strides.

Germanicus’ laugh filled the air around them. Arsenio was thrilled by it, throwing back his head to howl until his own voice echoed through the canyon and sent birds scattering to the skies. The Greek laughed too, toothy and joyous.

As the Roman approached at his flank, the redstone wolf nipped playfully at the man’s shoulder. He could feel his heart racing with the Imperator beside him. The rush of the air as they ran across the canyon grounds was bitter, invigorating. Arsenio howled again, whooping into a chuckle.