wilted stems & bruised petals

Eligos was on patrol when he spotted the stranger approaching the lake territory. He crouched to creep closer through the grass, the odd rippling glow of his fur blending with the shine of the sunlight on autumn-gilded wetland grasses where it wasn't hidden beneath his armor. He paused there, studying the situation and assessing what the stranger was up to, but when the other male lifted his head to call for Eligos it was clear it was a visitation and not snooping. Therefore, he rose again to pad out into the open to face the stranger. "Good day," he greeted neutrally. "Can I help you?"