holiday from real

Ronan was bossy, there was no denying that, but as far as he was concerned he had every reason to be. Still, her choice of wording made his frown falter for a brief moment, because he was alluding to more. He knew very little about the packs at large in this place and what he did know wasn't anything of a personal level- still, point being he thought she was being needlessly reckless. And frankly, was a bit of an insufferable know it all. He'd seen hounds with her sort of attitude before and it always came back to bite them, not a matter of it but when.

He snorted out of his wide set nose, his paws thumping against the sand as he shifted.

"Don't be fractious." He scolded, with a sharp tsk."You know full well things were not as dangerous before," because it had been baffling to him how at ease everyone had seemed when he first arrived. That the dangers he was familiar with were nowhere to be seen. And yet now they were, things had changed and he wished they hadn't, that he'd just been wrong.

Contrary to his prickly attitude, Ronan didn't like to argue; he didn't like doing a lot of things he did. He just couldn't stop biting.

"If your family is anything like you, no doubt they're intolerable."