Redsand Canyon Time Is A Tool

enjoying a bit of bloodshed was a plus, even if renard couldn’t help but find the explanation…lacking in detail. seeming willing to help and being willing to help were a far cry from each other. another point to add to the list of things they would have to take donovan’s word on.

it was his pack, though, wasn’t it? his vision. they had no real stake in it, in the end; if it fell, that was all down to donovan. they were here to watch – and apparently only that, since they had yet to be instructed to a single task – until it stopped being an entertaining wreck to witness.

at least there was a plan now.

renard tipped their muzzle. “a good start. do you have any orders for me?”