The grass was tall and overgrown, the summer heat crisping it like dry straw. A lightning strike or a lapse of judgement of someone forgetting to put out a camp fire, and this place would go up in flames razor quick. Ronan shouldered his way through, the ground cracked and muddy under paw. The further he ventured in, he noticed the soft trickle of water, the ground became a little softer, not quite so firm.
He approached the stream, the scents of various prey animals filling his nose. He was still getting used to the...concept of wildlife, to be honest. Deer didn't roam where he came from, prey was whatever rat you could grab and sink your teeth into. The hunting parties that ventured beyond the city walls, desperate for supplies, often did not return-no one stayed in that hellhole out of a choice. The risk of leaving was, to many, simply not one worth taking. And yet Ronan had gotten out, survived mostly intact, but what had it cost him?
Ronan didn't wanna think about that, it made his head hurt.
Stopping by the stream, he paused- his distracted gaze finally catching sight of- he couldn't even say he knew what she was. Tall? Reddish and white? An animal, probably.
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