See with eyes unclouded by hate
Here he was again, not just back on Tatooine but the Jundland Wastes as well. Under his waist his robe-like duster billowed from the dry winds of the desert in pursuit of a dangerous fiend terrorizing locals, both native and otherwise. A’Runda was truly in his element here. He suspected the creature was aware of him and avoided the determined tusken to the best of its abilities. Bellow him was his trusty steed, Darwin, a trusty yet stubborn dewback. Initially A'Runda hadn't wanted to bring the large lizard, worried about them getting hurt during the hunt. But Darwin was insistent one joining the tusken on his hunt.
Now the ball was in his court. Having chased his target into the rocky expanses of the Jundland Wastes. Making it much more difficult for the adolescent, sith spawn sarlacc to traverse. Having best avoided its pursuer through burrowing into the sands. A’Runda was patient yet driven, walking along within the ridges of the canyons until he came across a notable spot, The B’Thazoshe Bridge. Riding his steed close to it A’Runda looked up at the large natural rock formation before drawing his sawed off cycler rifle. Although mostly considered an apostate now to the Tuskens, even as an outcast A’Runda held his heritage close to him. As per tradition he raised his gun up to the sky before firing a loud shot into the air. The sound of it echoed throughout the canyons and ridges around him. Following by a low howl from the dewback.
Despite certainly warning the sarlacc he was after, it was bad luck not to fire a bolt before passing under the bridge. Holstering the slug thrower once more to his back they pair continued past the rock formation and further into the wastes. A’Runda sensed something else though, something family in the barren world. But this was his homeworld. Everything here was family after all…