Last time he'd been here a pack owned this place, hadn't been able to come ashore and instead had skirted through the shallows. Observed from afar. But the rising tide had long since washed away what markers they had laid out on the beach and even as he padded further in sore it was obvious the previous residents had taken care to take anything of value with them. A few dug out dens in the forest and empty caches were about all that remained, the wildlife had reclaimed this place almost as if the Ashen wolves had never been there to begin with. Ronan liked the quiet, the stars blazing bright as a cool night settled in. A pleasant reprieve from the sweltering heat of the day.
He found himself in the shallows once more, the surface of the waves reflecting the glowing red of his coat.
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