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

renard’s huff clearly said i know. because what they were missing from their life was nemisis chasing them across the canyon for daring them to lay a single indecent finger on donovan, of course. there was at least one other chomping at the bit to do that instead; who would they be to deny her?

still, they were curious if it would actually encourage him next time. maybe he’d stop giving up when the tables started turning in their favor. it was difficult to get a full picture of someone who wasn’t taking things seriously – and renard still wanted to know what donovan looked like when he wasn't just fucking around.

all right.

“you’re very forward for someone who hasn’t won any of our spars. not very impressive, is it?” renard returned the smirk as their sides brushed, just the briefest contact, and slipped away. dipped their muzzle expectantly towards the exit, curious if actually remembered the way out. “how about you pin me next time. then we’ll...talk."