Two Rivers Isle innocence

Ah, but he could not speak back!

Still Makan had learned that he could make soft sounds back. Often times muffled and oddly pitched, but when paired with body language? Well, he had less worries.

So he offered a low, muffled boof of greeting back as his body wiggled slightly. Crouched for a moment as the corner of his eyes wrinkled.

He sought to sniff the air around the sandy male.

They could greet each other this way, and then carry about their day. Together or seperate. It mattered naught to Makan.