Redsand Canyon that was still learning the alphabet

small and strong, she’d called it.

and now they were all here. renard hummed, thoughtfully.

“that’s good to hear,” they said, though they cared about her previous loyalties solely for their own curiosity, their own judgment. if donovan wanted the information, he would ask directly, or he would find it himself; neither seemed likely. “so if donovan leads you against them, you’ll be happy to obey.”

renard didn’t think donovan would care about sagtannet. it was only the distant possibility of a threat, contrasted with the actual threat that was the other packs – yuèlóng, neverwinter, seelie court – that he still chose to ignore. but praimfaya had advocated for them, back in the meadow.

maybe it was just practicality. it didn’t stop renard from nosing at the very possibility of a crack in anyone’s armor; it was a particular fondness of theirs.