I don't wanna talk, I wanna be alone

It was natural to be curious about things one didn't necessarily understand, wasn't it? Tethys spent a lot of time wondering if things she did, or felt, were normal or not. While she didn't exactly feel compelled to go further in the way some wolves might, she was admittedly interested in the source of the heat and smell, wondering if this was a phenomena that had always been here or if it was something that had only recently begun.

It seemed Ronan wasn't interested in going much further. The glow up ahead, emanating from around a corner, seemed more like a warning than anything else. Tethys slowed her pace, nodding in agreement. "You're probably right," she agreed, veering back a little. Though the heat, at least from this distance, wasn't so hot as to be dangerous... she was starting to feel uncomfortable, like how she felt basking under the summer sun. Not that the far north saw many days like that at all. "My name's Tethys Fatalis, by the way," she added conversationally. She knew her family name was something that stretched farther than the Armada; maybe this man had heard of them before?