Ronan's ears were pinned to his skull as he sought out the shelter of the ruined ship, the stink of rusted metal familiar to his nose despite the bitter cold winds. His paws thudded against the deck, seeking out somewhere to hunker down till the worst of it the storm passed, didn't have anywhere in particular to be, was just on the move. Unnerved somewhat, still on the lookout for something he knew he probably wouldn't find here.

Human ruins were familiar to him, more so than the untamed wilderness of this place. He knew what to expect of iron and steel, it was sturdy enough to withstand the tests of time, and he knew there would be decent salvage. Still, he was not the only one who thought to take shelter, it seemed. He tsked low in his throat, found a door ajar, darkness within and movement too. Faint, but he could just about hear it over the wind.

"Someone in there?"

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Kyanite hadn’t gone much further than the ship. Perhaps she should have, with the stink of the Armada not far away. She heard the calls of their shiny new Alpha every now and then, and wanted to punch something. The break in her leg had been so bad that it still wasn’t quite right.

She’d gone hunting, and had been forced to return empty handed when the storm started to blow in. she was stomping off the snow, and hadn’t been in long when a voice called out to her. She turned to the door, which she had foolishly left open. A low growl left her throat. She sampled the air, but all she could detect was the chill of the cold. If this was an Armada wolf… “Closed for business!” She snarled.


"Speech"

¿Eh? That hadn't been the response he'd been expecting, though in part he'd anticipated silence. Would have preferred it over the snippish snarl he got, words twisted and sharp like barbed wire. Ronan wasn't really the tolerant sort, least of all towards what felt like some childish tantrum. His baseline mood was always not the best, but this soured it further, his shoulders tensing, as his wings tucked in like a folding fan, all pointy and defensive

"Riiight, cause you left the door open," he pointed out, tone dry, almost scathing because frankly did she expect him to just stand around in the cold and freeze his balls off? He did not think he was being unreasonable and had even shown the grace of letting her know he was coming in, lest she took it the wrong way.

He shouldered his way through, taking the steps with ease, the metal ice-cold against his paw pads. It was pitch black inside, took his eyes a moment or two to adjust, his markings glowing in the dark.

The growl in the old ship grew the closer the stranger came. Until it was reverberating off the walls, her warnings ignored as the wolf barged his way in. His words told her plenty, he wasn’t going to be pleasant company. Well, if he expected her to play nice, he was going to be in for a shock.

He barged his way into her temporary home, and she pushed her eye mask up a little further, careful to keep her gaze away from the snow. Thanks to the storm, it wasn’t bright out. But she’d learnt her lesson in the past, and didn’t trust any light that bounced off the white expanse. “Get out. Go away. If you want company, there's a warm and cuddly pack just a land over.” Ha! Take that Basilisk. Why not send him an asshole wolf to deal with.


"Speech"

Ronan rolled his eyes, her protests gave him the vibe of some yearling who wasn't getting their way- wah wah, woe is me life is hard. Exactly the kind of thing Ronan didn't have much tolerance for these days. He couldn't see her, figured she'd tucked herself away in one of the dark corners of the ship. Easier to keep warm that way.

"I'm not looking to spoon you, puta madre, woman." Even if it was as freezing as the ninth circle of hell out there, he wasn't that desperate. "What is your problem? Actually no, I don't care, just quit foisting it on me."

Oh, he knew just how to push her buttons, didn’t he? He should go find that pack. Him and Basilisk could be best friends forever bosom buddies. “My problem” She growled slowly. As if he was hard of hearing. “Is asshole wolves who think they should control everything. Who barge in where they don’t belong and think they own the place.”

He sure fit that bill, him and Basilisk both. If her leg was just a little stronger… actually, fuck it. If he took another step, she was going for the throat. Half blind and lame or not, she would show him what regret felt like.


"Speech"

What? How was he being controlling? If anything, she was the one acting out of place, making what ought to be a minor inconvenience into another beast entirely. He would have left, sought shelter somewhere else if he had the choice, but in the dead of winter in these conditions? Yeah, no. He moved then, sensed she was in one dark room so he moved to claim another of his own. It took his eyes a moment to adjust, saw the furniture strewn all over the place as if flung from its original spot by the waves. Before the ice had claimed the ship, sealed it in place, till one day it would inevitably sink beneath the surface.

Pushing the mangled remains of a table out of the way, he found a gathering of blankets and towels, someone had used them as a makeshift nest before, it would have to do for now.

"Just shut up. " He grumbled, because she was still complaining.