Time to rest and vibe in a truly safe place, surrounded by those she knew would take care of business if something happened, with plentiful food she didn't have to gather alone and water she could drink without wary watchfulness, had done wonders for Viviane's psyche. She felt like she could truly relax for the first time since Valhalla's border markers had faded. With the jagged edges of her nerves smoothing, her naturally sunny and gregarious personality was reemerging with all the bubbling effervescence of champagne. She'd chosen a den and had begun to stock a private herb cache there from herbs she'd managed to salvage from her old cache when she'd fled before the raiders had taken over the plains. There was a lot she still needed though, and now that she was comfortable she had left her companions sleeping drowsily in the summer sunlight and left pack lands with a much lighter step than she'd approached them. She was even humming to herself as she ran her paw over the lemon balm patch, a few of the leaves crushing to releasing the scent into the air. She'd missed this - being this. Having this optimism and zest.

With everything, Ronan needed space. Which wasn't to say he ever found himself crowded by others but- it was nice here, quiet. The greenery was still a nice change of pace for him, vibrant and alive, not crumbling concrete and rusted steel. Foundations that had long since collapsed in on themselves were scarce to be seen around these parts, that was a good thing, but the lack of familiarity made him feel to the contrary. 

He exhaled, moving along at an easy enough pause. Some used to say he slunk about, like a cat, all angled shoulders as he moved but it wasn't even intentional since-well look at him. Though it did add to his brooding demeanour, if nothing else.

And speaking of brooding, there was someone around who clearly wasn't. Had a pep in her step as she went about, all soft and gold, like sunshine.

Ronan didn't mean to lurk, least of all sneak up on someone minding their own business, but he found himself pressing closer, nose wrinkling at the scent she'd kicked up.

"What's that smell?"

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