Redsand Canyon days of creation

tallied everyones new totals as well as my roll here :)

renard’s teeth hooked into finley’s neck. dug in maybe more tightly than they should have – it was all for fun, wasn’t it. but – and maybe it was just on the heels of their last conversation – they needed to know what she’d do.

which was to snarl, spitting and furious, and round on them. she twisted furiously out of their grip – renard let her go, both to see what she’d do and to keep from slicing her shoulder open in the grip of their teeth, they might need her yet, not just for the mob donovan had summoned when it finally showed its face – and came down at them.

she caught them just below the eye, punching through the skin. the instinct was there to pull away before she could get a grip, to lower their muzzle and go for her throat –

but it was a test. not a real fight. if it was, they would have been more concerned about colin’s lingering presence, the exposed flank they’d practically presented to him – but just as with finley, they wanted to see what he’d do. if the bristling was all a show in the end.

it wasn’t.

another set of teeth came down, scraping across their flank. somewhat more gently than finley’s. or more poorly aimed.

just as she’d done, renard went to wrench their head free of her grip – whether she’d let them go willingly or draw blood with it, her choice, and they privately hoped for the latter – jaws open to the other side of her neck, hoping to grip hold and yank her into colin’s path instead.