Redsand Canyon scout

a goat. long dead, fallen from great heights.

crows picked apart at it. he found he had little interest in it now. seeing as it was nothing. not a threat, not a concern.

now, as he stood examining it from afar, he became keenly aware of reyson's presence. how little he acknowledged it.

i should show concern for your own being. i am sorry. and he meant it, as he turned olive eyes upon the other soldier.