Ravensblood Forest only a fool would make martyrs from heathens

Donovan was much bigger than Renard themselves, but they saw him moving before he actually did, so they didn’t sway too much when he bumped his shoulder into theirs. “Good to hear. Wandering around can only entertain for so long.” They smiled, squarely meeting Donovan’s gaze with their own.

They swished their tail to the side at the mention of their shared heritage. “Glad to take on my share, of course.” However many odd stares that would be. Donovan excluded, everyone they’d encountered had seemed more interested in the spars than whether their tail curled or hung straight – not that they had anything against the attention.

Renard inclined their head pleasantly. “Lead the way.”