i can see why no one claimed this island, sheesh

So he was one of those crafters, someone who tried to make something out of what was effectively junk. Or rock in his case. Ronan could respect that, it was something he'd tried his paw at to a few times before. Makeshift weapons were handy in a pinch and sometimes teeth and claws just weren't sharp enough. He made a low noise of acknowledgement in his throat, he supposed timber and rock were about the only things that could be harvested from this place. That and the few meandering tracks he'd caught wind of, some sort of hoofed creature, probably quite adept at scaling the slopes with ease. Why else would it live here? He couldn't imagine himself having a good time trying to run along these rocky slopes, even with his claws it'd be taxing.

"You got any idea of what sort of creatures live here?" His educated guess would be better than Ronan's if nothing else.