Danger Lizard [Ronan]

The longer he stayed here, the less Ronan liked Auster. Nothing outright terrible had happened, but he didn't trust that it wouldn't, you know? He was always waiting the other shoe to drop, because at least then he wouldn't be taken by surprise.

Which was to say he wasn't convinced this spot here was safe to drink from. It looked cleaner than what he was used to, but the stillness of the surface just rubbed him all the wrong ways. He paused by the edge, a few steps away as he watched a yearling move in to do the same. His brows furrowed, not the sort to shove his snout into others businesses but as soon as a gator erupted out of the water all bets were off.

"Ay coño!" He hollered as he rushed forward and none too gently yanked at the yearlings tail, just to doubly make sure he was clear of being caught in the alligators jaws. The yearling had probably been in the clear, but he'd always been the better safe than sorry kind of guy. "Watch where you drink next time." Ronan naturally scolded the yearling as he whipped around to give the gator a real hard whack on the rounded end of its nose with his paw, claws out.

Which naturally only pissed it off even more.