Redsand Canyon Time Is A Tool

renard did, in fact, not want a fight. not enough to purposefully egg one on; it was not (currently) worth the mess it would cause. a certain level of politeness was their go-to, but they’d already tried that once, and anyways their opinion of her was, generously, less than positive. not worth the effort. what they did want was an answer.

what was surprising was that she wasn’t foaming at the mouth to come after them already. renard’s head tipped thoughtfully. maybe they couldn’t call it uncharacteristic yet. it was unfortunate for them that knowing her as well as they cared to wasn’t enough.

donovan’s eyes drifted between both of them like he was watching a spectator sport, if without the cheering.

there were so many things they could say. most revolving around whether leading a pack was done by getting into squabbles over who got to fuck their leader. but, yes, they weren’t looking for a fight, and sometimes the best way to be a pain in the ass – and if it was the case for anyone it would be for her – was to just…not.

“we all need hobbies.” renard shrugged. still smiling that carefully polite smile. clearly they needed to be more direct. “what i meant was – your own kind?”