Redsand Canyon And all I want is a little hope

at least he was smart enough not to run his mouth; one thing renard could approve of. thinking before you spoke was in short supply around here. it was probably half of the problem to begin with.

so derg subsided. the anger was visible, flooding out of him – fur smoothing, tail uncurling, like it was taking a conscious effort to calm himself down. something he shouldn’t even have let them see but, still staring, they let him. let their lip fall back to cover their teeth.

he could be patient. he could try and think things through. if this was nemisis renard had descended on, she would have already been doing her level best to rip their throat out for good measure. an improvement, at least. good. that's something.

even if they’d had to tell him his mistake to his face. they could teach, when someone was willing to listen.

but no lesson was easy. even if renard had all the answers, they weren’t there to be spoon-fed. “you’ll be better,” they repeated. “how do you plan to do that?”