Redsand Canyon And all I want is a little hope

renard’s paws thudded satisfyingly into derg’s stomach. in an amusingly perfect mirror of what they imagined must have happened the first time around, he staggered away, crouched and retching over the water; with an incredibly smug smile, renard got very pointedly back to their paws, studying derg appraisingly as he curled up around himself.

“next time, be a little more careful with the information you give out, hm?” stepping in a slow half-circle around their overseer, renard gave the words a long few moments to sink in before, spinning on their heel, they charged him.

left the face alone, this time – he handled that too well. instead, they slammed the full force of their body weight into his side – hoping this time, with the leadup, it would be enough to knock him to his back in the shallows. a perfect position to clamp their jaws down over his throat and pin him, careful to keep their underbelly out of the way of his hind legs.