island number...idk I've lost count

Scaling down the ridge, claws gripping to slow his descent, he found himself amidst a dense forest. The soil was slightly wet under paw, but not saturated to slow him down much, just dark with all the shadows of the trees, the distant rustle of movement. Birds maybe? There was too much cover, too many shadows where things could be lurking. So far his time in Boreas had been mostly uneventful, there was no outward cause for concern and yet Ronan would look over his shoulder regardless. That's just how the world had shaped him, thoughts kept him awake at night and the quiet was just too quiet.

Till it wasn't.

"Hi." Ronan offered his own greeting, not overly surprised that they had run into each other once more. "If I didn't know better, I'd say you're following me. You're not, are you?" He asked, stressing the word with more meanness than necessary. He arched his shoulders slightly, leaning forward in an oppressive hunch, old habits died hard.