He would stand motionless, sunset hued eyes fixed on the gorgeous being before him. It took a few moments for her to respond, but when she did his smile would widen slightly. Twig.. it was simple, yet beautiful. Though he did not know what the Black Clan was, he assumed it was her family lineage. "Twig... I like it." He would compliment, amber gaze aiming to align with hers. He debated on taking a few steps toward her, but he would hush the notion in fear that he could scare her away. She had been very shy at first, still was, and any quick movements could send her away. Instead he would unsheathe his claws and dig them into the earth, feeling the soft dirt fall between his toes as she stated her next question.
Apparently he smelt different? The mahogany man would cock his head slightly, trying to evaluate what exactly she meant by that. He belonged to Seracia, so perhaps she was referring to the other members scents? No, that could not be it, as she should already be able to tell he was from another pack. Maybe.. She was referring to the marijuana he had snacked on before coming to the orchids? He would swallow hard, but his smile would not crease any, nor would his friendly demeanor change. Hopefully she had been referring to the plants, as he did not want to look dull in front of a lady. "Do you mean the plant like smell?" He would inquire, wishing to know if that was right before he continued.
"Speech"
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