Redsand Canyon And all I want is a little hope

Renard squeezed tighter.
And tighter.
He snapped his head up just as Renard released him, bristling, tail curling.

He wanted to see what he'd do.
Derg didn't do much.
He thinks he's weak, he shouldn't be in this position, shouldn't have the power Donovan gave him.
Derg didn't want to prove it to Renard, but perhaps an example would be good.
Then the words came, hot and hard.

Derg stalked over to Renard, a small spot of blood welling on his nose where he'd thrown his head up.
"I don't care for your sympathy, I sit here, and I think abotu how to not make a mistake."
He glared at the man entering the water.
"Come here." He stated after a short pause. Staring at the man.