you just can't say no

but the wolf is always there, even when i can't see it

As luck would have it for Ronin, he isn’t the only one who’s gotten roped into helping. He’d stashed the gift he’d gotten for Isla into a pocket where it hopefully wouldn’t get damaged with the heavy stock he’s forced to help haul from the ship to the dock. It’s how he finds himself beside a man he doesn’t really recognize, but he knows that if he keeps his head down, keeps his bright grins to himself, he could pass as anyone else.

Provided nobody touched him, that is. So he’s careful as he hoists the other side of the box for Ronin, bright blues lifting to the other man with a curt nod. “Ready? Lift—” he says swiftly, immediately lifting his side and pretending to grunt a little with the force of it (even if he doesn’t feel it).

VARUS