Ronan's ears were pinned to his skull as he sought out the shelter of the ruined ship, the stink of rusted metal familiar to his nose despite the bitter cold winds. His paws thudded against the deck, seeking out somewhere to hunker down till the worst of it the storm passed, didn't have anywhere in particular to be, was just on the move. Unnerved somewhat, still on the lookout for something he knew he probably wouldn't find here.
Human ruins were familiar to him, more so than the untamed wilderness of this place. He knew what to expect of iron and steel, it was sturdy enough to withstand the tests of time, and he knew there would be decent salvage. Still, he was not the only one who thought to take shelter, it seemed. He tsked low in his throat, found a door ajar, darkness within and movement too. Faint, but he could just about hear it over the wind.
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