Redsand Canyon And all I want is a little hope

rolls here! using the same thread.

a moon was a long time to wait, but after their conversation, however brief, it was not a surprise derg would be willing to put up with it. was that a good trait in a leader? it depended. they could reserve judgment until that moon had passed – perhaps donovan would appear long before then, none the worse for wear.

they doubted it.

“you’re very willing to admit that.” renard took a further step into the water, looking for all the world unbothered. their muzzle dipped to the surface, mouth open to drink. both eyes lingered on derg as he stood there; as, satisfied, they lifted their head once more to face him again.

and then, uncoiling without even so much as a growl, launched themselves after him. jaws open, teeth bared, seeking to curve around his muzzle. if he was going to lead the saints against intruders, against the looming threat of a war – words were only half of it, and renard was not impressed by humility. they were impressed by nothing so much as his ability to back up the title he’d been given.