Redsand Canyon grow up, grow up, grow up, grow up

the kid – and that was what he was, he couldn’t have been much more than a yearling – wasted no time in displaying just what kind of person he was – glaring, his voice icy as he spat a short sentence in their direction and then went back down to looking at his paws.

one of those, then.

if there was a consistency in donovan’s taste, it was people who opened their mouths and charged ahead without thinking. it said something that the only two who weren’t, as far as renard could tell, were either spies or had run off in the middle of the night.

whatever praimfaya was up to looked like a better and better option each day. of course, she wasn’t likely to tell them.

which just proved their point.

“no need to be so defensive, kid. you’re in front of his den in the rain.” smile sharpening, renard appraised him steadily. “or is he fucking you too?”