Once all the males were gathered, he waited for his cue to enter. While the lady wolves were very much expected to dress their best, the opposite sex had the chouce to either keep their human form, or their animal one. For them, it just implied a different ceremonial movement.
In human form, for example, it was similar to a wedding proposal, with the knee on the ground and the open hand for the chosen one to put hers in.
But Ronan, as he entered, appeared as a majestic black wolf baring a scar across his face. Under his dense fur, where no one could see it, were even more scars. He carried them with pride, most of them at least.
Walking slowly from one side to the other, his eyes stopped on every lady wolf present before he sat down in front of them. He had not uttered a word yet, saving it for the one he'd choose. He seemed totally unfazed by the different attempt to woe him.
First, he looked up a bit, making sure he was seeing everyone, even the ones in the back. Then, he lowered his head while looking straight in front of him. Finally, he got back up and walked to the back row, his presence and cold stare dissuading anyone from overstepping their bound. A wolf had tried, though, right when Ronan had walked past her, she made a deliberate movement to catch his attention and mask another girl. She was reprimanded with a growl, and Ronan felt satisfied when he felt the faint smell of fear coming from her.
Once he was closer to the back row, he slowed down again, examinating every face, studying each scent. Finally, it seemed he had made his choice, for he stopped in front of a young woman and laid down, waiting for her to accept him by putting her hand on his head.