Grouse Thicket the foetus of a new day kicking

he watched the graceful movements of the golden boy, though not so closely that renoir would feel his eyes so heavily. his attention was drawn aside by the decided lack of food, and his own growing discomfort in the strange lands, naked and bare as the teekon had been. he was angered that he had failed donnelaith, and his ire at himself grew, until he forced himself to bite back snapping words he meant not for renoir.

"thank you for coming," he murmured instead, knowing that there was unsurety between himself and the handsome young wolf, who had fled his side after taltos' more pointed attempts at seduction. a smile was given renoir, but he turned soon back to his task.