The Hills are Alive

Sileas shuffled around the cliff with a bright smile on his face. So far he had identified some dandelions and more common plants and herbs that he had in abundance. He'd settled in a small den a trek away from there and didn't want to travel back with a massive mouthful of flowers so it was likely any useful plants he found that day would only be sampled. Mint green eyes surveyed the ground around him and locked onto a bright gold flower. Sithean-buidhe or marigolds as they were named here. Only in flower for a few weeks longer and very healthy looking by the colour of them.
Trotting over, Sìleas lowered his head but stopped when he heard a feminine "Hello" from behind him. Eyes wide, Sìleas straightened his posture and looked behind him to see a brown and.. blue (?) female. The majority of her coat was a chocolate brown not dissimilar to his own but curious blue markings adorned her body unlike anything the male had seen. Shaking his head with a smile, Sìleas turned to her properly and dipped his head in greeting.
"Hello, a'ghraidh. I'm Sìleas, who might you be?" he greeted, his accent heavy.