Kintla Flatlands Oh, oh, oh

I don't bite, do you?

July canted his head thoughtfully, his expression crinkling mischievously as he considered both his true answer and the one that came out of his mouth. "Not at the moment," he assured the grey siren before  accepting her nonverbal invitation to come nearer. He swallowed the distance between them greedily, sparing little politeness as he finally greeted her up close and immediately went to invade her bubble with a wordlessly snuffling muzzle. He sought to explore the story  her scents carried with the forwardness of a trusting child, and he turned the bulk of his prodigious body towards her, offering for her to do the same.