Panther Park monsters in the shadows

donovan smirked at them, as though his observation was some sort of revelation. renard supposed it was, for him. their estimation was so low at this point it was almost impressive he'd managed to get that far, even though they'd essentially told him that to his face.

before they could respond, something rustled in the brush.

renard turned their muzzle to the sound, smile unchanging even as their focus sharpened to a point. the figure crashed into view, and they almost expected an army to come charging after him – why else would you pay so little attention – but it was just him.

he was blind.

and he didn't know who they were.

it was a shame donovan was here. renard wouldn't have even had to try to send him back to – neverwinter? – in pieces, if he could even find his way back. punctured eyes meant little when you were blind already, but a missing tail, perhaps a limb...that would send just as much of a message. and if he never made it home, with all of their pack around lately, there would be someone else before long.

but donovan was here. that was too much of a hand to tip. and for all of his reputation, renard had seen nothing to indicate he was just as willing to rip apart intruders by the borders as nemisis' head from her shoulders. that was why they'd been doing it instead – if what had happened so far wasn't enough to summon them, they would happily do the work for a better view of the fallout.

returning his glance, they let him speak, pacing a quick and quiet half-circle around the blind man. if donovan decided to attack after all, and he ran, they wouldn't let him get too far away. just far enough to think he'd escaped.