He’d been peering down the ravine-like crevice for a small while, now. 15 minutes or so, but the relentless desert heat didn’t make it any more enjoyable. Grian positioned his wings in such a way where the rest of him was more or less sheltered.

Eventually he gave up with scouting and leapt into the ravine, taloned hands hooking into the warm stone wall as he slid down, and landed on the sandy ground with a grunt. The Glare briefly scanned his surroundings to make sure there wasn’t any immediate danger but it seemed.. fine. Not like anything could thrive here anyway.

Grian took refuge in a considerable cave-like dent in the wall in order to shy away from the suns wrath. He brandished his weapon, the only thing he’d woken up with, and just slid down into a sitting position. Even though it hadn’t been long since he’d awaken initially, the heat made him drowsy. A nap wouldn’t hurt, surely.