Won't you fly high, free bird, yeah

The sucking sound of paws on mud caught their attention enough that the red creature couldn’t sleep. They let their eyes slowly open once more, shifting their head of their paws as they gazed off in the direction the sound had been coming from. A figure stood not too far in the distance and they rose to greet the other. A breath was taken in, the scent of the stranger taken in. A male, golden and white in color, was the one in question. Melanthios gave a small smile. He seemed to be looking for them… and the beast would not disappoint.

They took no measures to attempt to hide their steps -- in such mud it was pointless anyway. They approached the stranger with a curious light in their gaze. It was only once they got close that the beast realized that the man was blind, hence why he seemed to be having trouble locating them. “Looking for company, perhaps?” They rumbled in a feminine voice, their tone friendly. “Forgive me if not. Perhaps it is mere wishful thinking on my part, sir.” They canted their head to one side, wondering if they had been mistaken in thinking that this male had been looking for them.

Not everyone sought out strangers.