Redsand Canyon Time Is A Tool

He regards Renard’s words and puts them through the mental processor. They’re not wrong of course. He likes the outlook Renard gives; very thought insight to their current predicament. One Donovan must tip toe around carefully. “I can guarantee you that every pack that was at the forests edge that day is willing to cause problems for that. The black and white shewolf from the pack in the Hushed Williows, Seelie Court if I can remember right, is one of Yuèlóng’s allies. As is Kaistleoki and Neverwinter Forest.” Simmik’s pack, he thinks fleetingly. “Even if we do have a plentiful number of bodies to fight an individual pack, if they team together we’re fucked.”

Then he contemplates his other point. Would they leave peacefully if they spit back in Donovan’s face? Truly, probably not, but considering the well-being of his pack like they should he can’t say for sure. “I need to look out for the packs safety, until we have bigger numbers. So perhaps I will let them spit in my face.” He flicks his eyes up to Renard’s own. “We will have to see what happens. What else do you think, dear?” He asks, genuinely interested in their point of view. Insight from others is good.