Redsand Canyon Welcoming Committee

will also be doing my rolls in that thread! this was a miss :)

“quite a walk now. but that’s never stopped me.” renard inclined their head, smiling pleasantly.

the curiosity lingered as to just what donovan had done to have brought the wrath of so many down upon them, but they knew it wouldn’t matter to them, whether it was something minor as trespassing or straightforward as murder – all that mattered was the result.

“seven?” more than they were expecting. given that their frame of reference in these wilds was apparently a cannibal who had tried to rip their throat out (and who was, if their nose was not misleading them, here with the saints now), anything would have been a surprise. “i’ve missed a lot. it will be…interesting to meet them.” an understatement.

at which point donovan started moving, pacing in slow circles around them, staring at them, and renard could not miss a tell that blatant even without its accompanying invitation.

there is something you learn, when you spend your time focused on becoming little more than a shadow, and it is that any noise when bearing down upon your enemy is not only a waste of your time, but an alarm to others. renard’s stalking and killing, back then – when it was a serious thing – was always done in perfect silence.

with donovan sweeping in after them, though, just like their last spar back in the woods, like the tug of war with the deer, renard growled, even as his teeth scraped into the flesh of their hindquarters. a playful bite, to match the tone of their own response.

it was all very playful. after all this talk of yuèlóng, of packs who had chased him from the forest, renard wondered what – darting in with jaws opened wide to grip donovan’s back leg, their teeth clipping together just short of the limb – he would do when he ceased to be.