Sleepy Fox Hollow dark shades of blue

As he peered around he noticed the smell of blood first, and the silhouette second. The shift of the stranger's body did not phase Revui. There was still a sizable distance between them, but he closed it with his languid stride, and then he stopped to observe again. The stranger had noticed him - they offered their fish.

The glutton was not about to refuse a free meal. He rumbled a low note of pleasure, sounding almost crocodilian, and approached. The wariness he held rivalled the giant's immense self-adulation; he was prideful, and not wary because he was afraid exactly, but retained caution out of habit.

Revui's nostrils flared as he drank in the scent of the fish blood, and the stranger's musk. You are new here, he voices his observation with an obvious shift of his gaze over the stranger's form. Rugged, wild, but healthy. He cannot tell if they are older than him or not, but that wasn't important.