RONIN
"Oh?" Glancing up as if to try to spy the glimmer of red from the bird perched on his partial shift, Ronin smiles to himself and continues to pick his way through the foliage, his hands shoved in the pockets of his coat. "Well, part of it is called the Wildwood, if I remember right." But Remi does have a point; especially with the blaze of colour from Leafchange, too, the Greatwood has never seemed so itself, and as the familiar roar of the Stone Symphony reaches his ears too, even the tightly wound Knight manages a smile.
He longs to fully shift and to go darting off into the woods - and there will absolutely be time for that later - but for now he remains on two legs so at the very least Deimos doesn't have to make conversation with a deer and a bird. (Not that he wouldn't make a very fetching Snow White). Spotting the Sword and raising a hand in a stiff wave, Ronin approaches and considers the spread of snacks. "I always appreciate that we get to eat when we discuss the dire state of the world," he says with a smirk, selecting a cookie and breaking off a piece of it to offer to Remi.
He longs to fully shift and to go darting off into the woods - and there will absolutely be time for that later - but for now he remains on two legs so at the very least Deimos doesn't have to make conversation with a deer and a bird. (Not that he wouldn't make a very fetching Snow White). Spotting the Sword and raising a hand in a stiff wave, Ronin approaches and considers the spread of snacks. "I always appreciate that we get to eat when we discuss the dire state of the world," he says with a smirk, selecting a cookie and breaking off a piece of it to offer to Remi.
soft spoken with a broken jaw
we step outside, but not to brawl
we step outside, but not to brawl
