Shadow Mountain nor the warrior for her glory

renard was not overly concerned that their association with donovan might taint their relationship with the rest of the wilds. not because it wasn’t a realistic thing to be concerned about. the saints would crumble eventually; things always did. and there would always be someone around to hold a grudge.

they didn’t expect trust, of course. they had none for the saints, and it would be the height of stupidity for anyone to trust them. but they would always be a useful tool in the hands of those who realized it. for now, they enjoyed the job.

praimfaya nodded; as blatant an end to the conversation as any. with one last thoughtful look, renard turned their back. distraction or not, they had a patrol to complete. and there might be something to report to donovan after all.