The Sunspire And I know the score

maybe they were enjoying their self-appointed task a little too much.

but they couldn’t be blamed. they’d assumed that the saints would take some action, that donovan would have steps to take on the path to his goal. and there was nothing after all. so if the saints didn’t want to do anything about their enemies, renard would make their enemies do something about the saints.

the canyon provided less entertainment than they’d hoped. this, though, promised to be a show, whatever happened.

they’d caught hints of someone along the spire recently. this man wasn’t the source, and neither was the neverwinter wolf whose eye renard had popped only a handful of days ago. but his rain-muted trail smelled like the woman’s had. wasn’t hard to connect the dots.

they would be surprised if the pack was willing to ignore one signal, after they’d all banded together to oust just two people from ravensblood forest. but there was nothing wrong with underlining your point.

renard tracked after him. it was a fresh scent – had to be, with all of this rain – and it wasn’t long before they caught sight of the blurred figure.

they were already smiling as they rose from the mist, keeping a fair amount of distance between them – this wasn’t like the cave, so dark they could stick to the shadow. and just as with the woman, they weren’t here to kill. more…to make an example of.

no point in hiding the information. the game they were playing required a little participation.

“a lot of you around lately,” they said. “you’re very eager to tempt fate.”