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

in any other situation, renard might have bothered correcting the woman who appeared on the scene with the clear intent of defusing the fight that was seconds from breaking out, but, well. the fact was that there was a fight seconds from breaking out, and they were more interested in that, smile playing around their lips as they waited.

cute attempt. it wasn’t going to work, of course.

they might also have appreciated the effort, if they weren’t already working the kid up to come after them. but they could forgive it, because come after them he did – snarling, snapping furiously at nyra before he turned.

renard was already halfway gone by the time he set his head down and charged. he went right past, throwing up clay and sand and water in his wake, and they let him go, turning their muzzle just a fraction to watch. curious whether he'd try again, or nyra would take it upon herself to intervene.

“next time, try not to yell, kid.” something that was either irritation or amusement curled the edges of the words; they weren’t even sure which. “you’ll give yourself away.”