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whatever it was that sent them to ravensblood forest wasn't any misplaced attachment to the place. they didn't even have any special attachment to home, beyond the fact that at least the court was competent. all for the best, since donovan would've been in quite a position if he'd tried to keep it. renard was still surprised he'd left instead of spending his time running his head into another. how willing would nemisis have been to run? she had been worse than he was.

it had been satisfying, watching her die. their only regret was that it wasn't them who'd taken her head from her shoulders – but there had been quite a line for the privilege. not smart to make that many enemies until you were ready to take them on, and still he continued. 

so maybe just for the fun of it, then. a tour of the place donovan had wanted to call home before he'd ruined it. objectively it was better than redsand canyon – objectively, donovan could have moved them a dozen better places than an empty desert.

renard might have ascribed some intelligent thought to the decision back then, but that was all misplaced. apparently they'd even been capable of optimism a couple of months ago.

there was nobody else who'd taken the place up in the saints' absence. a lot of old scent trails and then a fresher one. one they would have left alone if it wasn't quite so familiar. not the saints, but a way they couldn't quite place. 

nice to be back somewhere they had experience with. they moved much more comfortably and quietly through the trees than canyon sand, coming to a stop when they caught sight of her, busy examining the sap rolling down a tree trunk. that seemed to be a popular attraction here.

they thought of themselves as having a decent memory – couldn't afford not having one – but her appearance was no help. violet eyes gleaming in the shadow, they lifted their head and regarded her thoughtfully, scenting the air.