The long journey from Caran to wherever this place was had exhausted him. His stomach twisted with pain at how hungry he truly was. Though Cambria had caught them a few fish, they hadn't been enough. Risking her life to hunt a larger animal wasn't in his cards so he had stashed her away, commanding her to stay until he returned with dinner. Heading north from the strips of sand bars they had landed on, Idris searched. His pale coat nearly blended in with the bright sand around him, the only indicator someone was there was the black dot of his nose. As he catches the scent trail of a nesting ocean bird, an aggressive hiss forces his attention off the path. Stopping in his tracks, he's face to face with a very large lizard that he's never seen before. His eyes widen for a moment, assessing the situation. Sharp teeth and long, even sharper claws were threatening enough, but if he were able to get ahold of it first... he stood a chance. Turning to face the dragon appearing reptile, Idris lowers his head and reveals his own set of sharp teeth, releasing a rumbling growl to try and ward off the predator before it came to shedding blood. 1/3 Fight large predator (Komodo Dragon, upward of 9-10ft)

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After all the creatures he'd seen on Scaled Island, Ronan liked to think he knew what lizards in these parts looked like by now. That thing though? Nasty, claws too long and teeth too sharp. He regarded the pale stranger for a moment, wondering just how he'd react- the smart thing to do would be to try and bravado it down. Make himself look big and tough enough, make the lizard think twice about risking its own hide.

Maybe it'd take two wolves to get it to leave? At least then Ronan could scout out the bay uninterrupted.

He stepped forward, wide paws leaving prints in the sand as a rumbling bark left his maw. Sharp and abrupt, lingering signs of his canine heritage. Not that he really noticed or cared. He side glanced at the pale guy, then the red of his gaze flitted back to the beast. It's tongue flicked out, tasting the air, seemingly unfazed by the additional opponent, was it really so dangerous?

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Idris was ready to fight the lizard on his own, prepared to defend the ocean bird that would be his next meal. Though he noticed the vibrant blue and red figure that approached from the side, Idris hadn't paid him much mind until a deep and sharp bark rang out toward the opponent he faces. Grey eyes shift to the brute, meeting those ruby toned eyes for a moment before they're back on the reptile. Lazily flicking tongue in their direction as if it didn't care that two mongrels were about to pouncing on it. As much as Idris hated the idea of someone other than his brother assisting him in a fight against another predator, he wouldn't take the harder route. The other guy was taller by a few inches and whatever grew from his legs was both atrocious and dangerous in appearance. What were those things anyway? Not the time to ask though. They had a more important matter at hand. The reptile took a step forward, hissing just loud enough that it should have deterred them. A sigh leaves him, one last look at the stranger. "Go on 3?" Idris asks, a quirk of his facial features to reveal that he might be a little excited about tearing this giant lizard limb from limb. Taking a moment to set himself as the komodo dragon takes another step closer, Idris is ready. "1, 2, 3," the number barely has time to leave him before he lunges forward. Stretching himself out as the dragon stretches his own legs upward to meet him with a louder hiss this time, Idris opens wide and grabs ahold of a gnarled clawed hand as it reaches to strike him in the face. Clamping down on scales and thin fingers, Idris shakes his head a few times, noticing how the dragon barely moves back and forth. 2/3 Fight large predator (Komodo Dragon, upward of 9-10ft)

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On three? Sure, Ronan grunted in the affirmative, took a moment to inhale then breathe out. Tension always clung to his form, muscles coiled too tight, tendons always under strain. At this point he didn't know how to relax, had forgotten how and felt the ache of it at the end of every day. 1,2,3. The duo leapt into action, the pale wolf making a grab for a a slashing hand in order to stop it from ripping open the black of his nose. Fair.

Ronan, was quick to monopolise on the distraction, angling himself behind its head where he could slam down both front paws on the back of its neck. A valiant effort at making its legs buckle in order to pin it down to the ground. It was a sturdy fucker and only hissed in reptile rage, somehow twisted enough that Ronan had to drag his paws further down its spine to get out of the way.

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Surprised that the other man even knew how to count, he was careful to watch what his moves were. While his own teeth still wrangled with the writhing paw and leg of the massive lizard, Idris sees how the stranger stomps down on the lizard's neck. Surprise hits him again as the lizard refuses to hit the ground, its tongue flicking out and a loud hiss in retaliation as its head reaches back for the stranger. But with its one arm sufficiently unusable by his own teeth, he sees the man scoot farther down, out of the way of razor sharp teeth. It was now or never, Idris knew that. Quickly, he releases the arm and lunges forward at the lizard's neck. His own front paws reach over its head and press down on its neck where the other man had been a moment prior. With the weight of both wolves atop of it now, it had no choice but to flatten itself with all four limbs spread out in the sand. With it writhing and wiggling, lashing its heavy tail, they didn't have much more time. "Try to," Idris grunts as the dragon attempts to stand back up, "sever the spine," he spits out, pushing back against the reptile, "in case I can't get it's head," another grunt as he pushes back against the strength of the scaly devil. In the next moment, his head reaches down, jaws encasing around the dragon's neck and clamping down as hard as he can. An attempt to get through scales and thick skin meant he might not possibly be able to kill the thing. 3/3 Fight large predator (Komodo Dragon, upward of 9-10ft)

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Ronan grunted, claws digging in deep, leaking bleeding rake marks as he angled his head, intending to bite down. His teeth were plenty sharp, but his fangs themselves were designed solely for piercing, if he got the angle right they ought to make short work of even the most stubborn lizard hide. The muscles in his jaw tensed as he rammed down as hard as he could, muzzle smashing against the line of the beast's back, in a frankly very uncomfortable collision. He tasted blood, fangs dug in to make the initial cut as he followed through with the rest, bearing down so hard he felt the strain of it in his neck. His toes splaying wider as he felt the beast do one last frantic struggle before the cut was registered, twitchy but unable to move as it should. Not dead by any means, but subdued, would die either way if they killed it here and now. Either by starvation, might drown if the tide caught it or something else might see it as an easy meal.

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With the dragon twitching and incapacitated, Idris steps off. His breath is labored, tongue hanging out, blood covering his lips. He can tell his muscles are sore from the effort, but his brain is still alight with paranoia. There was still the stranger to deal with now. Automatically, his paws take him a few steps backward, away from the man, grey eyes placed cautiously, always watching. Would the man attempt to take his beach bird? Or was simply "there at the right time"? Idris wasn't sure, but he wasn't going to go straight for his beach bird either. No, it would be smarter to linger, look for some flora first. Continue watching the stranger in case he made a stupid move at him. Clearing his throat, he moves toward the brush where he sees a familiar flower growing from the soft, loamy sand. "You from around here?" Idris calls out to the vibrant red and deep blue man, rough tones sounding drier than usual. Keeping himself perpendicular to the man so he could continue keeping an eye on him, he sticks his nose closer to the purple and pink flower to get a good whiff of it. 1/3 Gather an herb (Earth Smoke / Fumitory)

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Seeing the stranger had no intention of dealing the killing blow, Ronan just went ahead and did it himself. Made it quick, no need to draw it out since there was no pleasure to be gained from it as far as he was concerned. With a haul, he rolled the beast over and ripped out its throat, made sure to bite down hard and the thing was dead in a few moments or so.

Moving away, he then observed his surroundings once more. Licked the blood off his lips as he noticed how soft the sand was under his paws, spindly bits of drift wood littered the beach, with the occasional seabird perching on the larger branches. Just a little off the shore he saw a few islands dotted about, Ibis Islands if he remembered correctly, since he'd explored them already. They hadn't been very large when he'd been upon them, but from here they looked even smaller, plots of greenery on the horizon.

"Nope. You?" He finally replied.

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Idris wasn't a man that did the dirty work. Plus, watching the lizard gasp for breath and writhe on the sand brought about a certain... emotion in him that he couldn't quite explain. Someone else's life hanging in the balance because of him? It tickled him pink. So much so that he almost commented, but his words were kept to himself for now. Instead, Idris focuses back on his task at hand. It is a delicate, beautiful flower that grows on spindly, long stems. Spreading wide across the embankment, there is plenty for him to gather. When his nose does near it, he can't help but wrinkle it at the strong acrid scent it gives off. Why and how did anyone ever figure out that this stinky plant was of any good use? As he picks a few stems, he lets out a thoughtful noise to the stranger. "No. Just arrived from somewhere far east," his own accent is different than the man that speaks to him, but what dialect or tongue it comes from is a mystery to even himself. 2/3 Gather an herb (Earth Smoke / Fumitory)

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Ronan got the sense the white stranger wasn't the chatty type, and to some degree he could relate. He soldiered through small talk usually, but he couldn't say he even remotely enjoyed it. Hadn't found much joy since coming here, or in the past few years of his life in general. His gaze flitted back behind him, to the cliffs that surrounded the bay, kept it cut off from the rest of the coast. He stepped a little closer, tilting his head up as he eyed the rock face, noting how sheer and steep it was, tufts of plants grew between the cracks and he saw feathers stuck behind them. Seabirds nested here then.

"Right." He acknowledged, voice dry out of habit more than anything else. Wasn't about to ask for the stranger's life story, that's for sure.

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Though Idris is not fond of other males, he appreciates that this one isn't much of a talker. He doesn't have time or patience for chatty wolves and would prefer to keep it that way. As he finishes up his gathering of the pretty purple flower that oddly reminds him of Cambria, he stops to look over at the stranger that wanders the shore. Idris' head cants to the side a moment, eyes narrowing briefly. Did those appendages not become a bother after awhile? Was he the only one with mutations of some sort since he's not... from here? Questions filter through him before he shrugs and moves to leave. "Next time, let's not tango with a giant lizard," Idris jokes, a ghost of a smile on his muzzle as he changes his mind and turns toward the dead carcass of the reptile. "Mind if I?" He points his muzzle down toward the dead animal, motioning to ask if the brute minded if he took the thing. Once he gets a confirming 'no, I don't care,' Idris grabs the beast by its neck and with a good bye nod, takes off back toward Lover's Mangrove. - exit Idris - 3/3 Gather an herb (Earth Smoke / Fumitory)

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Ronan wondered what sort of sea life called the Bay home. It was sheltered, so he could easily imagine animals lazing about the beach, catching the sun and getting some much-needed rest. The climate was warm here, would have been inching closer to uncomfortably so if it wasn't for the pleasant sea breeze, bringing in a myriad of scents that he drew into his nostrils, chest swelling as he inhaled. He could mostly just catch the salt of the sea, the copper of blood and the stranger wolf. He didn't think it was because anyone avoided this place, but the rising tides would sweep away scents and whatever evidence would usually be left behind by visitors. Paw prints, tracks and trails, even corpses that had been picked away at would be dragged into the sea. The slate wiped clean.

Except the lizard would be going elsewhere it seemed.

"Sure, whatever." Ronan told him dismissively, as he turned to leave.

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