Redsand Canyon Welcoming Committee

renard kept a handful of feet between them as they spoke, though donovan was uninterested in maintaining it; he whipped his head around, his tail even wagging – renard blinked, and mentally revised the assumptions he had of the man – as he came to a stop in front of them.

showing one’s face after vanishing for a month was not without risk, but renard liked to play their odds.

“i haven’t been here long.” renard hummed. “if we have a home to defend, it’s most effective if i know what surrounds us – the land and the people. i gathered some information.” their lip twitched into a frown. “that’s less effective now.”

“why the change?” renard cast their gaze around the dry dirt and scrub, the towering red-rock cliffs. “i did notice some…unfamiliar scents, back in the forest. are we making enemies already?”