Jade Fern Grove instinct is something you polish

He felt called out in a way. The man telling him his scent was in the earth. All he could do was offer a sheepish smile. His gaze drifting away from the man towards the wandering trail of flowers. A lovely concoction of color. Something he hadn't managed to find in his travels yesterday.

It's a rather good place to bump into each other. He hummed softly, admiring the clash of colors from the man's eyes to his coat. Sea meeting earth. Are you interested in the flowers or were you following my trail? He wasn't sure how much he appreciated the idea of being hunted. Even if it should inspire some sense of being desired in one way or another. As prey or company.