Wapun Meadow set yourself on fire

A dark brown man with eyes of fire emerged in the near distance, staring at him. Zamael made no moves to get up and approach, nor did he feel any sort of fear. He knew a border when he smelled one; he certainly hadn't crossed one now. And if this guy was anything like Takiyok--stick placed firmly up his ass--he should bounce sooner rather than later. Not because he was afraid, but because he didn't really feel like being annoyed on such a beautiful day.

"What's up?" he called out, head tilted. "Can I help you?" He was relatively sure he'd never seen the man before in his life, and he didn't recognize his scent, either. Just another friendly(?) stranger in the wilds. Zamael wondered whether he was missing his tongue, too.