Oh. No. Oh-no, Oh-no

The eastern climes were incredibly muggy and inhospitable to the crypt-born northerner. However, they were incredibly rich in plant life. Which he knew his father valued immensely, so he made a point to snoop about when he had the chance. Maybe bring something back for the old man if he was feeling generous. Today though, he caught an entirely different scent. A feminine aroma that led deeper and deeper into the mangrove, forcing him to weave through tight spaces and slog through bioluminescent waters in the hopes of satiating his own curiosity. Golden eyes scanned the undergrowth as he searched for the stranger, wondering who else might be inhabiting these regions in the spring months.

When he did spot the dainty fae at the waters edge, she was settled with a collection of varied plants at her side. A low, curious rumble bubbled up in his chest as he pushed forth. Thick limbs propelled the brute easily through the waters, brightly hued pelage catching the odd glow of the waters with each stride. "Hey," he grunted, gaze drifting from the assemblage of flora and up to the striped damsel's features. "doing some gardening?" the words escaped with a hint of a smile toying at dark lips, though his expression remained largely stoic. He left distance between them, lingering in the marginally cooler water while he could. It didn't even reach his chest at this area of the mangrove, but it was better than nothing.