Silver Moraine Wearing a Warning Sign

Renard watched her politely as she spoke, though it had to be said they were not overly impressed with the case she was making. That was why it mattered to her, certainly – the wolfdog might have a professed lack of interest in power, but they could at least see where it appealed.

However.

“There is,” they agreed. “I’ll need more than that, though. From my perspective…” Renard swept their muzzle in an arc, indicating the barren, rocky earth and the sparse groves of evergreen clinging to its edges. “This isn’t much of a beginning. Maybe this is a better question. Why should I owe any loyalty to you? All you seem to have to offer me is empty promises." A pause. "Unless they aren’t as empty as they seem?”