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Ronan · 5 years (01.12.21)

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ronan had grown tired of being stuck in place. he’d spent close to a month within the confines of the summit’s borders, unwilling to leave the community without a right hand to lead in his absence. but with prey dwindling and hunger rising, ronan would do whatever he had to to make sure his people were fed.
and so he left early that morning, despite his fears eating at the back of his mind. his hunting trip would be three days at most, too long to leave them without him present. what if something happened while he was gone? twyla’s condition could worsen, and she could fall ill. the woman already didn’t eat the way she should, but the struggles now would only worsen it if he wasn’t successful. saoirse was still healing; her fresh scarring still raw from the winter’s icy bite. and the man flicker struggled to see as it was, but with the faint sunlight, he could be lost. ronan shook his head, an attempt to shake the thoughts from his mind. it’d do him no good to linger on things he couldn’t prevent with his absence.
the sound of coughing broke the silence of the fields, tearing the male’s attention away from his task. it sounded as if it were some yards away, distant but close enough for discomfort. ronan turned his head in the general direction of the sound and began to follow it, ears perked for any other sounds. eventually, a broken hello carried towards him and the speaker came into view. the stranger was dark-furred and short, not much a danger if he were honest.
“you seem lost,” he called clearly, his voice carrying over the space between them. he stood tall, chin lifted but not arrogantly. no, more of a man confident and sure of himself in any situation he found himself in.

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