Panther Park monsters in the shadows

renard hadn't spent much of their time in the canyon lately. call it boredom – that was the closest they could pin to it. no avoiding the question now – ursus had provided a little entertainment, but donovan probably intended his declaration of protection. what a joke. if they couldn't protect themselves, what use were they?

and if they could protect themselves, they were a distraction. nothing more.

so it had been causing trouble with neverwinter. one after the other. a shame, in some ways, since they were restricted from their preferred type of work, but chasing one of them back to their forest with a ruined eye was still a satisfying sort of warning. probably beneath them, but then, they weren't supposed to be kept pacing in a cage for this long.

lucky for both of them, when the call came up, rising along the very edge of redsand's border, they were close by, investigating a trail that likewise seemed familiar – not neverwinter, though. not one they could put a finger on yet. not one that they would be putting a finger on soon, it seemed, since their presence was required.

it was still a few minutes before they slunk from the treeline, even approaching at a trot – plenty of time to consider what his summons was for. ultimately, donovan had done nothing to suggest that he knew what they were up to, but it lingered in the back of their mind as they emerged from the pines. a healthy bit of suspicion was always smart. typically, renard had more than a healthy bit of suspicion.

regardless, it wasn't information they'd be volunteering. "you called?" they asked, smile already rising along their lips.