Felltree Marsh the reds are coming

ooc; Yeah, get it! No problem.

They are a fairly even match, though the curly-tailed man is thicker in frame. They face each other on the soggy terrain, posture neutral, respectful but not pandering. There is no fear in either of them. Ratio feels comfortable, he enjoys the feeling of equality. He is unaware of the other male's god complex and is mistaken in assuming he feels similarly. It doesn't matter, though, as the man steps forward and Ratio allows him. He is neither afraid nor interested in giving ground. 

Curiously, Ratio inhales the curly male's scent in return. It means nothing to him, though he notes the tang of the salty ocean. This man lives on the coast. Ratio had turned away before he wandered too close to the sea. Perhaps he would have found this man, instead, if he'd continued. 

Ratio soon understands the investigation when he's asked about his history with the male. Ratio has no memory issues, he knows he has never seen the curly brute before. "No." He couldn't fathom why he is familiar. He is, of course, cloaked in simple black - not uncommon. His eyes are a little more distinct and the scar along his chest, flank and muzzle are even more so. He hadn't been sporting those for too long but the man was not very old, either.

"My name is Ratio." he offers.