green isn't my colour

Ronan paused, he hadn't been expecting company here but he supposed if he'd managed to wonder his way out in this direction, why couldn't someone else? He wasn't special in that regard.  Glancing down at a slope made all the more slippery by the seawater and some sort of sludge, a combination of the copper and the natural minerals in the ground maybe, he forwent even trying to scale it and instead took a slightly longer route around. Over a slanting hill that seemed mostly uneffected by the seawater and copper-take over. It would have to take a wave of a decent height to crest it, thus why it remained clear. Not making any rush to return the pups greeting just yet.

"Mind your footing here, kid." He finally said once he was within conversational distance, standing beside a spindly tree, its reaching branches sharp and thin like the fingers of his wings.