Yep, Winter Still Sucks

ooc.~~liquid time~~ (hope you don't mind my boy being here, and being a ho)

Thick greenery surrounded the burly titan as he meandered along the scar that ran along the southern end of the continent. He had no aim, no real desire to ascend to the very top. Not yet, at least. It was cooler under the canopies, and his heavy pelt didn't weigh on him so much in the shade. Pallid paws were coated in a thick layer of muck, squelching between his toes and clinging to the downy fur between them. However, he was content here so far. There wasn't much to look at, and the herbs of the area were long dead. He might have been better off in the southernmost continent, where they were still clinging to life.

As he broke into a small clearing where flat ground eased the strain on his muscles, he caught sight of a strange male. Easily his equal in size, but far darker in complexion. Mottled monochrome and brilliant eyes. Handsome, without a doubt. The rank stink of a pack clung to the musk that drifted to him on the breeze. Ah, not a loner. The cosmic titan gave the male a slow once over, going from toes to eyes and down the curve of his broad back. There wasn't much to fear, he had no intention of doing much besides looking- unless another option was presented.

"Heil," he grunted, rough vocals marred by a thick accent. A soft dip of the head, expression and body language neutral. Play it cool, see where that went. It seemed a good enough plan.