Emberflame Ridge you know, it takes a village to raise a scheme

they were very aware they were walking a tightrope. they didn’t need her narrowed eyes and bristling scruff to understand that – and they had them anyways. she was making a token attempt to think before she acted, at least – but they didn’t need all their past experience to know that it was just that. a token.

they wouldn’t be instigating more mess for the saints to deal with. they had plenty to keep entertained as it was – and as it was, they didn’t even need to instigate this. not with the way she crept closer –

but. much as it would be fun to goad her until she snapped. much as they would learn from ay spar – they also didn’t need her running back to the court with the news of another scary saint in the area. they were here for scouting, and they could control themselves. if she wanted to follow them all the way through the sunspires, all the better to turn and pick her off in their own time.

“all right,” renard said, smiling. “you’ve convinced me.” they did not move beyond a lift of their own head, violet eyes gleaming. “we'll see you later, orlaith.”