I don't wanna talk, I wanna be alone

Ronan knew he was right, he usually was about most things. So he thought anyway, totally not biased in that assumption. Glancing back the way he came, he couldn't see the light of day even as he squinted, but occasionally the wind would blow just right and cast fresh air through the tunnel, a pleasant enough change from the stink of sulphur and volcanic rock. It was solid under paw, but he imagined if he dug with enough fervour he'd be able to able to kick some up, that it might crumble like an overcooked cake. He'd spotted the volcano on his travels, felt safe to assume this place had a lot of geothermal activity going on- not that he knew the fancy word for it.

"Mm, Ronan Reyes." If they were exchanging both names he didn't really see a reason to hold his own so close to his chest, like it was a secret worth protecting. The name wasn't familiar, nor was the Armada, he was still learning as he went. Pretty much in the dark about most things here. He could tell enough through her scent, that she was a pack wolf, that plenty of other smells clung to her form. Was easy enough to parse them through everything else. "Why'd you come here then? Adventure? Pack life not exciting enough for you?" A dry sense of accusation stuck to his tone, he was judgy.