paint the town red

A call from one of Imogen's family members had his best friend running south for Auster. While he wanted to follow to ensure she stayed safe, he couldn't pull away from the feeling that this place begged to be explored. Jiro wasn't even interested in exploring most of the time. Unsure if it was the blood-red sun that hung low in the sky or the whistling whine in the air, Jiro continued to roam through the eerie land.

He noticed that the closer he got to the spires, the firmer the ground felt beneath his large paws. How could that be? His brow furrows as he glances from the spires to the space between them. Moving cautiously, he lowers his nose to a softer area where the dirt was easier to be moved around with his dull claws.