Redsand Canyon It's time to Strap our Boots On

Reyson had lay the bone aside for little two tone when he saw him. Large body laying horizontal underneath the copses of trees, he watched the goings on. A lazy bee bumbled past his head, a flick of his ear and it was deterred from landing. Gentle pants colored the silence.

Ice Blue Eyes stared out of different hued face, and he waited. Today he was silent, patient, inmovable. It had been a long time since he had just relaxed, and were someone to come and ask him to help. He would move.

He licked at some of his fur still stained russet brown now from carrying the ewe down from the mountain. He was certain his shoulders were a mess. He'd go in and get in the river soon, wash the life blood of the hunted beast soon enough.