Totoka River the upper peninsula

He stood on the land and watched her at first. His tanned ears pushing forward as she spoke his name. She reminded him of a siren — something his mother had warned him of back in the Abyss whenever strangers came around. You know, before he was branded as a curse and no one wanted anything to do with him.

The compact male likely would have just kept watching her had she not given an invitation. He was hesitant at first. His old home had had plenty of water but most of it held nothing good. Although he was made to doubt that this water was bad. Certainly she would not wade in it if there was nothing worthwhile.

After brief contemplation, he moved forward. He waded into the water and decided to linger behind her form some. Rokig was a bit embarassed to admit that he wasn't exactly sure how this worked.