The abundance of vegetation was a pleasing sight to him, life seemed to pour form every corner of this youthful place. The man sought such comfort in the blooming laid that he decided to take it upon himself to lay against a thick oak tree, drifting away into the confines of sleep, smoothen to dreamland as his coal tipped ears flicked listening to the gentle passing of the wind, rustling the trees in a calming rhythm. As one ear is pressed up against the soil, he could almost feel the approaching woman, though the earth, a light and almost careless beat it is. Shifting the brute raises his skull curiously, opening his eyes to reveal his emerald gleam, he does not spot her immediately, but, the scent she carries reaches his sensitive nose.
Raising onto his black paws, Castor shakes his pelt of any of the degree, casting away the insects as he makes his way closer to smell, carefully making his way through the twist and turns, he spots her quickly against the evergreen back ground. Sitting himself down, on the side of the pathway, as to avoid a collision, he opens his maw to speak, ?It seems I?m not the only one who find comfort in these type of settings.? Says the golden man, as a warm smile creases against his maw, his eyes shine with interest, as he wonders what her purpose for venturing out. ?Might I ask what beckons you here??