You again?

Ronan kept to himself; knew full well the clock was ticking, and yet he had no real desire to take action just yet. Boreas was as good as any place to lay low, all things considered, but he was starting to feel...aimless, restless. With an empty stomach, he wandered and soon came across the Thicket, a good enough place to hunt as any. He didn't expect company, he never did and maybe that was on him- but he certainly didn't think he'd spot a flash of purple through the undergrowth. Her familiar scent followed suit when he inhaled sharply, he was of half the mind to just leave before she noticed.

But she wasn't alone, toddling paws stumbled after her, young but old enough to be out and about.

He didn't presume-didn't dare to, but if he did take a moment to think about it the timeline did match.

Keeping quiet, he skirted around the bushes, it was too thick to get a real good look, but there was plenty of colour on display. Surely that was all her, she was bright purple after all.