Redsand Canyon the ritual pyre's sending smoke to the sky

“he seems fond of it. not that i’m complaining.” renard ducked their muzzle into the pond to flick water over their face. “it’s a hobby of mine. no better way of judging someone than seeing how they fight.” they angled their head towards derg, smiling. “maybe you’re up for a spar?” with water nearby, instead of endless cracked dirt and sun, it was now an option.

up until they were sidetracked by his following admission.

renard barked a laugh. “you made him throw up?” not that this was funny on its own (well, maybe a little); they did not have the same…attachment...to the man that derg did, judging by the regretful smile on his face. “what did you do to him?”