Sunbeam Lair could’ve got a deal if i wanted, but i like owning shit

wasn’t much of a point following for too long. not for anything beyond renard missing the chase, because for everything about the saints they’d been denied that too long. so they followed, snapped after her every so often until they’d broke from the cave into the pouring rain.

the eye wasn’t healing anytime soon, if ever, but renard kept any further nips that did manage to reach her legs or tail from being too serious. they wanted her back at neverwinter forest, after all. a warning. maybe even a summons, in their own way.

if they wanted the saints, renard wanted to see them try.

but eventually, they’d stop following, much as donovan appeared to enjoy collecting injured people. satisfied with their game, they’d draw to an abrupt stop and let her vanish into the rain.

as long as she took the exit, of course.