easy does it

She'd thought it through and Ronan could respect that, surface judgements were often superficial at best and rather frustratingly he'd met one too many wolves who coasted through life on snap decisions alone. Not that they tended to live very long, mind you. He supposed if nothing else, he was still adjusting to the concept of claiming such large spaces, not one territory but several. Avacyn of course seemed confident in her packs ability to defend what was theirs, but he didn't expect anything less than a show of strength. A level of ease that suggested everything was in paw, as it should be.

He followed beside her, perhaps a couple of steps behind as she led the way, his gaze roving over the landscape with more clarity and intent than his initial sweep. It was rather scenic, and he hummed in acknowledgement of her explanation, ears tilted forward to listen with care.

Standing by the dock, he agreed that the ocean formed a natural defensive barrier, it only made sense to take full advantage of that. But from what he'd surmised most pack borders were unfortified. To him it seemed like such a strange concept-except to dwell on the fact the threats he was used to, the danger he was familiar with didn't seem to lurk here. That to wax on about things that didn't seem to exist here would make him out to be a fool, in all likelihood.

"What sorts of threats do you expect?" He asked then, looping back to an earlier comment she'd made.