ass over tea kettle

Spring colored this place, the opposite of autumn back home. Weird how that worked out, though Tide had been here once before. During the Bonfire festival, but it had been too dark to get too far and things had gotten a little interesting. Wild eyed, Tide is still taking in the Grove around him. Bushes heavy with the first of the season's berries, the smell of them incredibly heavy in the air.

Over the sound of the bird chirping and squirrels playing, there's footsteps. Coming closer, though Tide straightened up immediately. Hackles up, head low, shoulders rolled forward. On the defensive, depending on who came through the underbrush. Lip even lifting to expose pearly white teeth, he's primed and ready to protect himself, if it comes to that.

Green eyes narrowing, training on the boy. "What's the catch?" Almost offended that someone would approach him in his peril, there had to be a reason. He considers lying to the boy about his identity for a beat, giving Davey's name instead. No, he'd probably confuse himself, though it would be a trick to try another day. "I'm a Raider." Hackles still up, still on the defensive, Tide doesn't trust the boy with his name. Not yet. At least he could hope the Raider reputation preceded him.

"Tide"