Redsand Canyon idol

Aquene did not catch up on the reluctance of the woman, instead stepping in to help with the arranging of the pelts. It felt nice to take a small break from her own duties. A nice shift in her schedule that happened spontaneously was important for her own sanity, she felt. She started to explain where she had come from, and what her job had been… It was fascinating, and a job that Aquene had never witnessed in her birth pack. Though really, she shouldn’t be surprised. Her father had been a man of necessity, and anything not considered necessary for survival was not welcome within their borders.
 
“That sounds lovely.” She imagined the clean and refreshing scent could bring peace to those who might have a troubled mind. Keeping insects away was an added bonus. “That’s fascinating, and saves me much work along the way, not having to deal with insect bites on top of other injuries. Thank you.” Aquene was truly amazed and felt it ingenious. She noticed the Imperator in the distance, leading a patrol no doubt and made a mental note later that she was to find another spar. She had been resting long enough. “You are a wife, correct?” She remembered the way Arsenio spoke of his wife when he had escorted her to the farther reaches of the canyon. He spoke very fondly of her.