Orgasmic

Ronan had been keeping to himself as of late, used the subterranean tunnels to move from one end of Boreas to the other. It was easier that way and to a degree he was used to the darkness, though the cave system he was used to was metalic in nature, tracks under paw and wires dangling from the ceiling, had stopped sparking and cracking generations ago. He still had a hard time coming to grips that things were different here, that the wolves who called this place didn't quite know how terrible things could be. The monsters that lurked in the dark.

Emerging from the network of tunnels that snaked its way around the now dormant volcano, Ronan found himself in the East, the stink of sulphur itching at his nose. Not a scent he enjoyed, for sure. It was then he noticed the woman in the water, would have thought they were perhaps related if she was not so wolf- something he clearly wasn't.

Ronan could not say he was impressed with her demeanour in general, was she really so unaware of her surroundings? But he got the sense she had only really just spilled over the cusp off adulthood, she was still a child in his eyes. Something about yearlings just rubbed him the wrong way, their know-it-all attitudes, mostly.

That and the noise she made was inappropriate as fuck, moaning like a puta.

"Is that really necessary?"He asked, his tone dry and laden with disapproval. Stood close enough to speak but had little interest in bathing himself, shoulders tense- always tense- wings tucked up high.