Redsand Canyon nom nom nom

One strike and the intruder had fallen still.

Arsenio watched her, unsure what would best suit their needs. The mercenary could not help but feel that if they carried her out of the canyon and left her outside of the mountains, she would only scurry back in hopes of finding food again. Would they continue to chase this strange little being from their canyon, each time?

What if she comes back? Would it not be better to keep her… see if she will work?

Worse yet, Arsenio thought of Ramesses setting his hungry gaze on her soft features, the curious coloration of her pelt.

What if Ramesses gets his claws in her?