Redsand Canyon Welcoming Committee

jaws locked around donovan’s muzzle – a gentle grip, by necessity – renard held him until it became apparent he was no longer interested in fighting them, until he squinted one eye open and started laughing as best he could with a set of teeth tight around the delicate structure of his nose.

instinct made them reluctant to set him free, for a moment, but they weren’t here to do damage. with one last shake, renard unhinged their jaws, a low half-growl of a laugh slipping from their chest that echoed donovan’s own.

“again?” still teasing. “do you ever finish what you start?”