Redsand Canyon she held her pose

renard took the shore slowly, water lapping over their paws. the sun was low enough to cast shadows deep into the lake, deep enough they no longer had to stay quite so close to the canyon walls. the sound of waves, weak as they were, was more than enough to mask their steps.

not a patrol this time. there were still places in the canyon left to explore – the catacombs themselves had eaten up most of their attention, a lot of possibilities there – but they weren’t expecting praimfaya to have beaten them here.

perhaps they should have been. whatever she was doing in redsand canyon was not out of newfound loyalty to the saints.

she was too smart for that.

“praimfaya,” renard greeted her with a dip of their muzzle. “if you’re not busy,” an amused note as they ran their eyes over her nose, pressed to the blood-red sand, “you promised me a spar.”