Redsand Canyon Welcoming Committee

it didn’t seem that donovan minded their absence; a positive in renard’s book, as they wouldn't have apologized for it either way.

donovan’s mention of the coastal wolves stirred the memory of a similar description – one they had been given not so long ago. “that’s a shame.” there is a wryness in the word. “yuèlóng? i don’t believe i’ve met any, only heard of them.” they smiled. “you think they or their allies will cause further problems?”

leaving enemies alive did not grate so much on renard. they understood the value of a long game; they had no trouble being patient. but they did have trouble with not having a plan for when those enemies might come. anyone who played at peace could still pose a threat, when it came to it.

they tipped their muzzle, just a fraction. “as you seem to have done. how large are the saints now?”