Barrow Fields and drawing lines around my body to recall my place

“Ouch.” Smiling, Renard slanted their head to the side. “And to think, I was almost proud of catching her.”

Renard had heard more than one…fascinating story of someone’s origins. Not even just limited to wolves from the Teekons, either. Sure, everything seemed crazy when your frame of reference was just getting up and waltzing away one day. Practically a rite of passage; get out without being spotted, then you were free to make your choice. And Renard had been bored. And it had led them right here.

This seemed, uh…particularly interesting, even by those standards.

Renard let him talk. It was clear he still wasn’t over it just by the volume, that wasn’t even counting the undisguised anger in his expression – though they didn’t think they would be either. Much as they’d found most of their family beyond infuriating, family was obligated to be infuriating, and it didn’t mean you’d suffer them getting killed and just brush it off. Especially not by humans.

“So you’re looking to reform them, then.” Not here, at least not yet– even with the wind and salt, Renard thought they would have noticed the mark of a forming pack. And…hm. The wolfdog paused. There had been one curious omission – “And the one who betrayed you? What happened to her?”