Ronan wondered what sort of sea life called the Bay home. It was sheltered, so he could easily imagine animals lazing about the beach, catching the sun and getting some much-needed rest. The climate was warm here, would have been inching closer to uncomfortably so if it wasn't for the pleasant sea breeze, bringing in a myriad of scents that he drew into his nostrils, chest swelling as he inhaled. He could mostly just catch the salt of the sea, the copper of blood and the stranger wolf. He didn't think it was because anyone avoided this place, but the rising tides would sweep away scents and whatever evidence would usually be left behind by visitors. Paw prints, tracks and trails, even corpses that had been picked away at would be dragged into the sea. The slate wiped clean.
Except the lizard would be going elsewhere it seemed.
"Sure, whatever." Ronan told him dismissively, as he turned to leave.
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