Redsand Canyon Time Is A Tool

renard lifted a brow. their expression had fallen back to neutrality, if only for a moment. donovan was, apparently, just as reluctant to come out with things as they were. they weren’t sure he knew if he was doing it. but the specifics here didn’t matter much. trespassing and assault: hardly anything to get worked up about, but then, nobody here seemed to know how to handle a pack that was disinterested in wasting its time playing nice.

they hadn’t expected an alliance out of it.

“if they do force us to leave,” renard mused, “we could settle closer to ursus. might be a deterrent.” whatever many of the same views meant – but donovan was the one who’d met this merrick, after all. “are they willing to help? or is this just…in name only.” they didn’t rely on allies, in principle. or care all that much for them. but the threat of two packs was greater than one.

“good.” just keep nemisis on a leash, then. another thing they knew better than to say. with only a moment’s consideration, renard padded after him, trailing a short distance behind. “but let’s try and make this winnable. people should be out scouting, spying. preparing. maybe secure this border before they show up to piss on it.”