Redsand Canyon It's time to Strap our Boots On

Reyson had traveled many places in is brief time here. He had met more wolves than he had realized as he sat and thought of it. Though most were loners, or forming packs.

Reyson nodded his head. Already planning the gears working as he mapped through the territories he had already been through and where he would go next.

And what purpose would you like me to say? Militant? He wasn't certain what the overall purpose was, but he would do his best, to be as good as he could with what he had and knew.

Reyson thought of the little two tone with him and his fur prickled uncomfortably, only because if they were too near the saints and something happened. And he couldn't save him, it would ruin him. But he nodded none the less. You did not disagree with leadership.

I will take him. He is smart and learns quickly, though he is young and possibly rash. He will need to temper that.