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2 peculiar creatures alone in a forest with bleeding trees was one of the fantasies that hadn't gone through the siren's head yet. Hell, anything regarding bleeding trees was more of a nightmare than a fantasy. Despite the eerie surroundings and the feral looking guy -who appeared to be around her age-, the sea witch found herself oddly comfortable. He nodded, not saying a word. It didn't bother her all that much, she was just happy she wasn't alone anymore. She looked at him and could almost feel his fiery eyes burning her skin. Was he looking at her eye or the blood-like berry juice on her face? She couldn't tell.

She let her eyes dart around his body, starting at his face where his golden orbs had that curious glint. Her eyes lingered at his square chest and his shoulders that seemed to be strong and muscly. She could now also notice the darker hues in his coat, and she couldn't help but be intrigued. He was taller than her, slightly but noticeable, a good quality for a man. At the coast where she grew up, most males had been smaller than her.

She breathed in deeply, taking in his scent, ignoring the salty smell of the sea. The scent of a loner entered her nostrils and a gentle smile appeared on her muzzle. She couldn't tell if he was from around here, but dearly hoped he was a traveler just like her. The flick of his tail brought her back to reality, and she opened her mouth to say something but closed it only moments after. Can you speak? She asked, concerned now because he hadn't said a word yet.