Redsand Canyon grow up, grow up, grow up, grow up

there was – there had always been – something deeply satisfying about finding that weakness. maybe a little less satisfying here. they didn’t even have to work for it, just thrown out a goading comment – they hadn’t expected this much of a response.

it wasn’t without a base. nemisis and auriel squabbling in the pass, his insistence on ending every conversation and spar with flirting. even if they weren’t as willing a participant.

the kid got unsteadily to his paws. if a glare could kill he would’ve had them dead already, wobbling on his hind legs as he stalked over, as much a betrayal of the truth as everything else he was doing. renard let him come all the way up, muzzle nearly brushing theirs.

“careful,” they said. smiling. “don’t start something you can’t finish.”