shh, don't tell others this is here

It was quiet here, but not always so. Ronan breathed deep and drew in the myriad of scents that had settled upon the old stone steps that made up the audience section of the colosseum. The sun blazed down upon the centre area of the arena, the air above the sand distorting and shimmering with the heat. Almost a mockery of water itself, something a parched wolf would be lucky to find around these parts. His paws thudded against the stone steps, tall enough that he couldn't step over them and needed to climb, front limbs hauling up his weight, followed by the heft of the rest of his form.

He hadn't noticed he had company yet, the pup on the opposing side of the colosseum. The opposite of two birds of a feather.