foreboding feeling

Ronan shrugged again, it was hard to really point a direction to say where his city had been. And even if he knew, he would hardly wish it upon anyone-the fact he'd gotten out was sheerly due to the fact the others hadn't. One life for countless others; a rip-off in terms of prices paid.

"Far." Was all he was willing to divulge, lips pursed tight as he listened to the pale one warble on. Excitable, curious. A bad combination if he'd ever seen one. "Ronan."

He stepped forward, ears flicking forward to catch the sound and a firmer grimace settled on his features. A general sense of... don't fuck around and don't find out lingered in his mind. These women weren't his responsibility, he didn't care, but he was pretty sure it would bother him if they died- most of all if he could've prevented it.

Fine.

"Well, what is it you want to do?" Ronan's shoulders slumped, angled wings tucking in slightly with a weary, withered sigh.