happenstance, apparently

The life of a loner wasn't an easy one. Ronan knew it, had been wandering long enough to have the fact sink into his bones, but it seemed like the world was intent on reminding him of that truth. As if he'd ever forgotten. He wanted to be stoic and unfeeling, it'd make his life a whole lot easier, to be honest- but dios mio.

He'd found the mangled remains of some dog, skinny from winter, ripped open with her insides all strewn out. The culprit hadn't gone far, returned just in time to catch Ronan in the process of trying to bury...whoever she had been, once. Felt like he had to make the grave deep so coyotes and vultures wouldn't get to her, let her have some peace. But he'd been distracted, emotional, and the tiger had taken full advantage of that. Ronan barely even had time to respond, he was damn lucky the cat hadn't ripped his wing off. But it was close, felt close, with all the bleeding.

He exhaled sharply, had thought cleaning the wound with salt water might help it heal faster- but it hurt. The water stained red, making his nose wrinkle at the sight, he really had no idea what he was doing- for all he knew he was just making it worse.