Redsand Canyon but we can't keep the embers from catching

one ear twitched as donovan’s laugh echoed off the cavern walls, amplified into a roar. donovan truly had no sense of stealth, but you couldn’t expect it of everyone. there was something to be said for a juggernaut, as long as renard wasn’t the one barreling straight into a pair of waiting jaws.

they snorted, but they were smiling now, a knife’s edge of a thing. “then you’ll be glad to hear there’s plenty left to go. you can lead the rest of the way, with those oversized paws of yours.”

they were willing to let the nudge to their shoulder pass; the full-body shove to their side almost knocked them off their feet. “terribly,” they said in a deadpan, recovering their footing before they leveled their shoulder hard back into donovan’s. they weren’t nearly his size or strength, and also found it a little silly, but when in rome. or something. “it’s the face, i think.”