Redsand Canyon if you're shaking from head to toe

renard caught sight of her long before she spoke. atop the exact rocks they were searching for donovan, she wasn't trying to stay invisible, and even if she was she didn't have the fur for it. they regarded her evenly as she stared back at them, usual smile, for now, absent.

they'd never gotten her name, but she was unmistakable – both in size and in what they'd witnessed of her. they didn't forget much. and they wouldn't forget that show: slamming that kid donovan had brought back into the dirt, nearly ruining their meeting with ursus. she'd already set herself at the same level of estimation as donovan and riley, and they didn't expect that to change.

"donovan," renard said. there was no reason to hide it. 

so they knew her type. part of it. and they were curious, liked to get the measure of donovan's new recruits. she was exactly the same sort of build as him; sparring her head to head would be like fighting a wall. but even if it wasn't the way renard liked to start things, it would still be interesting to see if she was just as incapable of controlling herself when something other than words was involved.

"but you'll do for what i have in mind." renard's lip curved into a smile. "spar?"