Shadow Mountain nor the warrior for her glory

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donovan had left. off to confront the seelie court, taking their healer, of all people, in tow. an appeal to their better nature, as though that would change the very fact of their presence? renard expected him to come back either bleeding, or not at all.

either way, there were going to be changes that needed to be made. they weren’t keen on letting donovan run them into the ground risking his life treating with their enemies in the vain hope one would be happy to turn their backs long enough to welcome the teeth at their throat.

the south was not the immediate danger; the saints’ enemies came from the north and the west. but, after all, their first invitation had been to sagtannet, and it paid to keep your eyes open. even if the rest were too busy bathing in waterfalls to pay any attention to things going on beyond the border.

the canyon was still visible from the slope of the mountain, a straight line down to the bottom. the saints were noticeable even from here. anyone passing through the sunspires without climbing the sheer cliffs near ravensblood would wander past them eventually – and if they’d ever had a hope of keeping their heads down while they gathered their strength, if the court hadn't caught riley, if donovan hadn't marched off on his ridiculous quest – it was thoroughly gone now.

they suspected the only solution would be the same one as last time, though there was something they could make of it now. three days’ walk to speak with their prey would only cause trouble. far easier to wait for a scattered handful of wolves to come to their canyon, expecting a repeat of ravensblood, and be torn apart instead.

in the meantime, the mountain offered not only an excellent view of the saints’ canyon, but the surrounding streams and copses as well. renard turned, scenting the air through the lingering edge of the saints’ presence, and, thoughtfully, paused.

they hadn’t seen praimfaya in a long while.