Redsand Canyon days of creation

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Renard lunges, soundless, and Colin braces himself, unsure of whether to lash out or retreat... less than one second to impact—

the hair on his shoulder rises as the wolfdog careens not at him, but past him. Colin freezes, wide-eyed, a man standing on the white dotted line of a highway, fluttering in the slipstream of a pickup truck doing eighty, eight-five miles per hour—

Finley snarls, guttural, the noise no more than an extension of herself, blood is shed and fur flies out into the air in fine tufts, she and Renard kick up dirt like fighting conjoined twins, some perverse dance—

He doesn't remember how he got there, suspended briefly in the air as he runs. By chance, Renard is in front of him. The front of Colin's head is vacant. He lets muscle memory and anger guide his teeth towards the wolfdog's back legs as Finley attacks his face.