Information. He supposed he couldn't question her line of thought too hard, when he'd first arrived he'd asked a lot of questions to a lot of wolves and spent a great deal of time working out the lay of the land. Realised things were different. And he still couldn't quite come to terms with that, that life could've been so much more- he sucked in a breath, the scent of ocean salt rushed into his nostrils.
"If keeping yourself fed is that much of a concern, why don't you join a pack? Plenty to take a pick from." He gestured with a flick of his tail to the expanse of Boreas inland. Though his gaze lingered forward, watching the distant shadow of Auster beyond the Bifrost.
Ronan was being unfair, he knew that. Letting out a sharp exhale, his brows furrowed as scowled- he didn't like feeling like the bad guy. That wasn't who he wanted to be. Maybe she had her own reasons, like he had his.
"It might be worth a shot for you, your glow...looks like bugs. Fish might be attracted to that."
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