Just a city boy, born and raised in REDACTED

Though Ronan had obviously never met a human before, he was more acquainted with what they'd left behind than most. Their shapes were sharper than most, edges more defined with a level of craftsmanship wolves with their paws would never quite be able to mimic.  Not that many cared to try, Ronan certainly didn't. The room was wide and spacious, scenic in a way he didn't really appreciate, stalactites dripped from the ceiling as he passed one of the carved benches, raised high enough off the ground to make a comfortable perch. If he felt like resting, that was.

Light from some source he couldn't quite place reflected off the crystalline walls, making the red glow of his markings somewhat moot. Not that he used himself as a light or anything, that'd be lame.

Rather he just needed a moment, he'd spent weeks hunting down the infected, wolves and other animals alike; it felt like there was no end to it. Things hadn't quite spiralled out of control as it had in his homeland-he wasn't quite sure if anything could ever be quite so terrible as it was there-but it was bad, and being the man he was he always presumed it'd just get worse. Because it pretty much always did.