happenstance, apparently

His name? He could do that, but the whole sunrise thing with a lighter heart made him scoff, blatant and quite rude too. Her optimism was painful, stung more than her touch as she examined the wound, only to draw away in search of whatever herbs she'd decided she needed. Watching her from the corner of his eye, she returned to insist she didn't really need anything- that this was an act of kindness and nothing more. It made him bitter- he didn't want to be, but he knew this attitude of hers would get her hurt one day, that she'd let the wrong wolf in and...He gritted his teeth, shoulders hunching, shoulder blade extended, his posture almost feline.

He looked away to the ocean as he worked, knowing the softness in her expression would just rub him entirely the wrong way. Ronan didn't enjoy being mean, he took no pleasure in hurting others, wouldn't stand by and just let it happen either. Whatever she was smearing against his leg stung and he found himself baring his teeth, lips curling as he growled, but made a pointed effort to settle, his ear flicking dismissively.


"Ronan. You should be more careful Ellara. Lot of sick fucks in these parts."