Redsand Canyon Accepting change is quite as important as defending the past

Something about the scene felt mystical to Coriander, who had woven enough fantastical tales to spot when something is pulled straight from a storybook. He was led toward a canyon of vivid layered colors that made him feel terribly small with its towering walls, alone save the pale wisp of a woman who guided him through while smiling over her shoulder.
She certainly made an excellent tour guide. He glanced into the cave and found that the inside matched his expectations. Soldiers. Coriander was intrigued by the thought despite himself; hadn't he fancied himself one of those in his youth? He'd never had any formal training, though. Only a strong sense of responsibility to keep his family safe, and all the experience that had come with that over the years.
This place is impressive, He commented, noting the lack of diversity in the scent trails here. There were only a few, but some of them spoke of strong young men. The kind of wolf one typically pictured when thinking of a soldier. Very defensible.