Redsand Canyon days of creation

casually ignores first paragraph about Nem being “missing;” if this is dated after that whole affair I’m just gonna assume Finley’s still, uh, processing. please hold while we validate the information entered.

Whether at Finley’s cue or not, Colin’s attention had turned to their interloper—a funny description, considering Renard had likely arrived first. Based on Colin’s words, none too surprised, Renard had lurked for quite some time. And, as Finley had com to expect of the hybrid, he took his savory time before responding in turn; his focus had shifted and still he hadn’t moved.

“Looking for a spar?” The echo’s direction lingered unclear; if not for their previous talk Finley might have assumed it unintentional, as if Renard had confused Colin’s words for his own perfunctory invitation. But she expected nothing less than double-speak from Renard, and already she rifted through his greeting for another meaning.

She’d come here, on Colin’s trail, seeking another friendly fight. He, in first traveling to the border, very likely had not. Renard? Damned if Finley knew. If he was scoping Colin out for another audience to his indirect suggestions, he’d done a great job thus far, lurking in the trees and only speaking when prompted. What a (not-even-fully-)wolf.

“Are you?” To Colin, Finley might have offered a simple “absolutely;” there were no such binaries with Renard. Likewise her own statement’s audience was left ambiguous; she continued watching that cheshire smile, just as she had when greeting Colin. A three-wolf spar could be interesting.