Redsand Canyon days of creation

sjdhgksdg we are all processing…valid. sorry again for the wait!

the offer had been made; renard sat back, and watched everyone else eye it like they’d tossed a grenade into their midst. was the smart move to throw it back or run? they did not turn their gaze from colin – he’d been the one to offer, after all. for whatever reason, sincerity or joke…they couldn’t put the proverbial finger on it yet. they didn’t know enough of the man to tell.

what better way to learn?

renard laughed. finley’s question, as careful and probing as their own, an echo of their conversation back in the chalice – are you? – went briefly ignored.

“didn’t you offer?” they returned.

then, shifting, their muzzle dipped in finley’s direction. “i wouldn’t deny you, of course.” all that conversation, shifting little more than pawns on a chessboard; attack was just as important as defense, and they’d never quite gotten that far. they’d know something here today, no matter who they had to pick it out of.