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The big golden reaver huffed out a sigh as he sank into the chill water, feeling the welcome sting as it flowed over and into the savage tear on his shoulder. It wasn't a bad wound, per say, certainly not the worst he had ever acquired. But it was sore, and being shallow but wide, it would take some time to heal and leave yet another scar for his collection. The scar didn't bother him, only the chance that the wound would heal stiffly. The last thing he wanted was to gain a pernament disadvantage. Thus, his dip in the river.

Shifting over to soak more of his tired body in the cold water, he relaxed where he lay, submerged to his shoulders on the bank of the river. He was fairly well hidden from the land by the high bank, but the gentle slope of sandy ground meant that even if he got stiff and more sore, he would have an easy time getting out and onto dry land. But for the time being, the water was good, cool and fresh, and it would clean his wound and give it the best chance of healing properly.

Yawning mightily he shifted until he could rest his chin on the bank while keeping his body and the injury in the water. At least there was no rush, the rest of the band were eating and sleeping after the long trek and shift but violent fight. No one would miss him for a while.

The sudden voice pulled him from his reverie, shattering the quiet stillness that had devloped as he lay there, soaking in the river. Lifting his head, water dripping from his soaked fur and off his chin, he turned to look at the stranger. A female, he noted with mild surprise. What was she doing out here? As far as he knew this was an unoccupioed area...

Twisting to look at her agrivated the wound that had finally started to settle down, so with a grunt he heaved himself up onto his paws, then turned round in the stream and lay back down facing her. It wasn't as comfortable, the water lapped high up his throat and his rump was higher up on the bank, but the wound in his side was still submerged so it would do temporarily. Now that it was upstream however, a slightly pink tinge spread out from his side where the pressure of the water flow kept the leaking blood trapped against his side instead of washing it away.

"Fish?" He repeated, having to coral his thoughts into something resembling awareness rather than the half-doze he had fallen into. "My apologies." He finally added.

Ronan hadn't been paying attention, and it wasn’t only the wound in his side that had distracted him. He was a reaver, a big scary warrior male from a pride of big scary warriors. He had no fear of one or two rogues attacking him, though a group may be a little more troublesome but then he would have noticed a large group coming towards him. As it was, one lone female was hardly enough to worry him, and he watched as she first examined the river, then seemed to just throw herself into it for no reason.

As she came closer, her reason became obvious, or at least suspect. Though her tone suggested that she was concerned rather than aggressive about it. Glancing at his pinkish-stained side he shrugged, though he stayed laying down in the river, preferring the chill of the water on the torn flesh and also hiding it from her eyes. he wasn't comfortable with someone seeing him hurt. Call it a macho male thing... it still felt, embarrassing.

"I was fighting..." He rumbled lowly, almost under his breath as if reluctant to admit it. "It isn't bad, it just feels good in here..." Well, 'good' wasn't the right word, but it would do. easier than explaining that the cold water was numbing the pain and washing the wound clean all at the same time.

He managed a slight smile at her comment, dipping his head in agreement. "Occupational hazzard." He replied to her, dark eyes finally settling on her to regard her properly. Her continued conversation amused him, not that he indicated it in any manner, he didn;t think that pointing out that he was far from inexperienced in the care of wounds would go over particularly well. females tended to get agrivated when corrected or questioned, he had found.

Instead he settled back down, shifting to a more comfortable spot where his head wasn't in danger of being dunked under. Ending up resting parallel to the bank and facing the female now that she was on his side of the river, he continued to watch her for a time. "They could try." He rumbled in return, finally. "They wouldn't succeed." He explained, with a lazy half shrug.

"Ronan, Reaver of the Myrsky Syntynyt." He finally introduced himself.

Tilting his head slightly as she spoke, he finally smiled, a faint but genuine expression. But he didn't correct her. She obviously though he needed guarding and he wasn't going to be rude and point out the fact that he didn't. Besides, some company would be nice while he rested.

"A pleasure to meet you Mnong'ono. Is your pride located near by?" He asked, knowing that long silences were often considered awkward, at least that was what he had been told. Personally Ronan was content to sit and enjoy the river and her presence without speaking. But if he was the first Stormborn she had met, he should probably put in the effort to appear friendly, at least enough to converse. Maybe she would even tell him about the area and where he and his band might find something of interest.

He glanced at her tail as it moved, wondering if she had indicated the direction of her pride, or just that an insect was bothering her. Still, she continued to speak and so he listened politely, actually taking in what she said and paying attention. Something his war-brother Aksel would be amused to learn he was capable of. Shifting in the cool water he moved so it was easier to look at her without straining his neck, as it seemed they would be here some time, if she didn't get fed up with his lack of witty conversatino skills. He had always been better at fghting than talking. Still, that didn't mean he couldn't hold a conversation when he wanted to...

He decided that today was a good day to practice, and with a lioness both pretty and apparently patient enough to let him. Smiing faintly he settled into the attempt, content to stay in the river and talk with her.