Redsand Canyon that was still learning the alphabet

renard likely would have called her words a lie no matter what story she gave. no matter how close it came to the truth. their definition of trust had yet to encompass a single person, respect or not – and they were certainly closer to respecting her than donovan, but the latest meeting didn't exactly imply she should be given the benefit of the doubt.

not that they cared. the decision ultimately lay with donovan – it didn’t matter if they believed it or not, except for their own satisfaction.

and, well. their own satisfaction was all they were getting out of any of this.

it didn’t come so much from volunteering information, but this was hardly a question worth being evasive over. and there something funny in everyone’s uniform disdain for all the direct sun and sand.

“if you know where to look.” they gestured with their muzzle off to the north, in the direction of healer’s pass. “not much of it. if you want to cool down, you’ll have better luck with the water.” and if she wanted shadow, she'd need to learn the canyon.