Shadowwyn Moor Bad blood

At last, Mawk spotted the shadowed figure, and his fiery gaze remained trained warily on them for a few heartbeats. Of course, the Delta was cautious of all for many were not who they first appeared, this he knew from experience. Still, he padded slightly closer so that they were within speaking distance before halting his steps upon the ground coated in white. Perhaps he would be able to have a calm, relaxing conversation with another who would appreciate the same.

"Hello," The simple word, the greeting, fell from his ivory maw swiftly, in a neutral tone - the stranger, from what he could see in posture and expression, looked to be no threat but one could never be sure. He'd keep his guard up.