Redsand Canyon days of creation

wrapping this for trade purposes as colin's inactive and the last post was a month ago <3 lmk if either of you would like any changes.

finley came for colin again, snapping, teeth raking at his ribs. teeth sunk into his hind leg, renard could see and feel little but the movement, pulling up and away as they bit at each other, as their teeth slid through the thin veil of skin atop bone.

they didn't get the chance to feel colin's neck in their teeth, much as they wanted. 

he was erratic in an entirely different way from donovan, one more fascinating because it concealed something under it, something that wasn't flirtatious words and curled-lip smiles. donovan put on the talk. and what did it conceal? nothing as fascinating as either colin or finley, even as their spar broke apart and renard drew away, licking blood from their lips above a cheshire grin.

the quiet echoed. might have been a little impatient of them, but it was disappointing, not to get to see it. whether he'd go still, whether he'd fight back even more furiously, whether he'd do something else altogether. instead he turned, slunk back into the brush, and with a last glance given to finley renard followed.

it only made them more intrigued. he wasn't finley. wouldn't be, fighting like that. a disaster waiting to happen, running on instinct. not smart for him.

but that was fine. they had always enjoyed watching.