"The last one wasn't me," Ronon stated. "He's not going to do shit to me," he added. Despite his tendency to run, he wasn't worried. he was his father's son, after all. He knew the man's motivations, and Ronon was entirely too valuable.
"So you run home. Tell him you caught me and I got away. And we both live to do it another day." He gave a vague dismissive flap of his hand. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have a deer to track." Because food was necessary.