Grass
Miklotov was never comfortable in open country, Rockaxe born and bred as he was. He liked mountains and forests. They gave him a sense of security -- let him feel that there was something between himself and the wide world. Standing out on the open fields of the Grasslands, he felt horribly exposed.
There was one benefit to being in these flatlands, though. Camus, who seemed comfortable enough with the mountains, stood somehow taller at his side now, and his smile was perceptibly more relaxed. The landscape suited the Red Knight wonderfully -- no question about why.
Camus had come home.