"i am," renard returned, a half-smile lingering around their lips even though she didn't bother to move. maybe she was very confident. maybe she was just stupid. maybe she was resigned to knowing if they wanted to kill her, they could.
all intriguing prospects. renard turned them around in their head for the long few moments it took her to continue, and even then their smile did not drop. not bothering to hide now – she knew they were there – they took another step.
"not my area of expertise, unfortunately," they said, coming to an unhurried stop as she turned to face them. she was no more familiar with her face visible than she'd been with just her back, just her scent. the thought prickled frustratingly at the back of their mind.
dove might have known. if they'd ever bothered to interact with any of the wolves gathering to the saints like flies on a carcass. but all they'd seen of her medical expertise was her muzzle black with blood and her teeth around nemisis' decapitated skull.
but maybe that was a little too harsh a judgement. for the saints? that was healing.
"the last people who lived here considered it decoration." their lip curled upward, baring a flash of teeth. "we all have our tastes."
all intriguing prospects. renard turned them around in their head for the long few moments it took her to continue, and even then their smile did not drop. not bothering to hide now – she knew they were there – they took another step.
"not my area of expertise, unfortunately," they said, coming to an unhurried stop as she turned to face them. she was no more familiar with her face visible than she'd been with just her back, just her scent. the thought prickled frustratingly at the back of their mind.
dove might have known. if they'd ever bothered to interact with any of the wolves gathering to the saints like flies on a carcass. but all they'd seen of her medical expertise was her muzzle black with blood and her teeth around nemisis' decapitated skull.
but maybe that was a little too harsh a judgement. for the saints? that was healing.
"the last people who lived here considered it decoration." their lip curled upward, baring a flash of teeth. "we all have our tastes."
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