Mudminnow River Warmer than a runaway spirit

Mawk had zoned out entirely, but was drawn back by a scent passing to his nostrils through the wind. Despite any stealth the other might have, the wind's direction had shifted slightly and so her scent caught his attention - the male pricked his ears, swivelling atop his head toward the source of the stranger's scent, and it did not take long for his head to follow, fiery gaze seeking out that who had disturbed his peace. Not that he particularly minded, of course. Company of a stranger, although he would be wary, was often not harmful.

His amber eyes met those of a dark, chocolate brown on the other side of the river to himself, and the man simply blinked for a moment, before shaking his head nonchalantly. Those eyes, they seemed so distantly familiar, even from the space between them, but he could not place from where - and so the thought left his mind as he tipped his head in a nod of greeting. "Hello," The voice rumbled from his throat, lips quirking in a friendly smile.