Redsand Canyon that was still learning the alphabet

no worries!!!

a warrior pack. that was one word for it. donovan seemed to enjoy the chaos he spread around as much as he enjoyed insisting it was being blown out of proportion. after all this time, renard still had no idea what he even wanted out of any of it, unless it was being the most hated person in the entirety of the wilds.

there were much easier ways to get things done. fear was good in proportion, of course – renard would be last to disagree – but sooner or later you needed the ability to capitalize on it.

“and was sagtannet the same?” they regarded her with an idle tip of their head, though of course their interest was anything but. she hadn’t offered too much information back in the field – small but strong was not detailed. “you’ll have cause to use those skills soon. donovan is making sure of it.” they’d let her decide for herself just what that opinion meant – both of the saints and of them.