A decidedly masculine voice brome her from her solitude, and she briefly wondered if the speaker was the black creature she had seen. The male she spotted was as pale as the snow (she guessed anyway, most of him had lovely shades of swampwater) and the mystery of the black shadow quickly left her mind. Alo was keen to make friends at all times, and her silver-white jaws parted in an easy grin, swampy brackish water dripping from her wet chin. "And glad for it, I don't think falling deep in these waters would end well. You look like you've gotten into a fight with the swamp....new to these parts?" She had fairly managed to avoid getting too filthy but he looked as if he'd taken it upon himself to wear the Otatso Wetlands.
The male seemed strong beneath all the filth, sizable and well built. He weighed more than she did, and possessed lovely earthy eyes - a few shades darker than her own bright apple green. She shook her head lightly after she spoke, sending water droplets flying from her ears and chin, tail wagging lightly in the stagnant air of the wetlands.