Shifting his gaze from side to side as he sniffed at the air around him. He had been on the trail of a deer, his next meal, and he was not about to lose track of it. No he was going to catch it and enjoy some fresh meat. With this thought in his mind, the singular thought driving the male at the moment was his desire for food. Stepping forwards once again Ronan turns his gaze ahead of him as he looks at the tracks that lay before him, leading the way through the forest.
At the moment he had taken on the form of a wolf, having decided to lounge around in the form before catching scent of his prey. Already his stomach growled with desire for the deer he had been hunting. Paw after paw he moved forwards following after the tracks of his prey. As he drew closer to his prey, Ronan slipped into some near by bushes and began to lurk in hiding as he watched his prey from afar, waiting to see if perhaps more would come or if the one was all he might get.
As he watched the deer Ronan was oblivious to the world around him, that was until something came crashing down onto him, an event the male thought was an attack. Crashing to the ground under the weight of something he could not see at first, Ronan quickly sprang to his feet as he turned his attention to what he believed was attacking him, already the male began to growl and bear his teeth. Even as he noticed it was another wolf he still remained ready to attack and only held his ground for a brief moment before he lunged forwards going at the wolf.