Winter's chill left the mockery king of the jungle colder than ever, even with the cloak: there was only so much it could do to brave the sharp nipping winds of he season. It made the medeci in a rather sour mood. When he found the scent of artificial sweetener on the edge of camp, he found himself interested, the humming and smell alone promised something interesting- if nothing else.

When Vaas spotted the stranger,a wide grin spread across his maw, lax posture not hiding the actual interest Vaas had. What a curious stranger this was. "What can i help you with, stranger?" he called, just as he was nearing the border, giving the other the opportunity to think on it or- hell shout back as he was nearing the other's spot along it.

Winter enveloped once pristine shoreline in an increasing chill, among the golden grains the more temporary flakes caught, established now as the days drew forth short flurries. Calm the sky beneath which he tread with a heavy step, the thunderous crash drawn from the conclusion of each wave drawing an ear, other lax as eyes focused on terrain before. Stifled the prior comotion beneath preparation, the numbers days until the year drew to an end contained both promise and disaster, unknown that which lay against distant horizon.

Ponderance much too heavy for a mind so young, simple still even as his own days progressed and gathered until the kitten fluff clinging to lean body had grown sparse, aside put with ease as nose twitched. Sudden the addition that added a rather strong tang to the still air, that he may not name for he had not known such prior to this, intrigue growing even as it grew overbearing, the salt washed away as distance closed. About others pressed and thus obscured his view, the manner each spoke seemed to make apparent another was to added to their ranks. Downward lips curled, a pout settling as huff briefly left nostrils flaring.

Continued his approach all the same, though dampened his curiosity with its partial satiation, only peaking once more as the muddled swirls entered the field of his vision. Easy to identify that out of the ordinary this one, the particular reason not so much. Unbidden words fell from lips shifting away from teeth, perplexion worn apparent. "You smell funny."

Unbeholden to the same line of thought that left Quasar a mere spectre, as the desire to taste the other was not shared, closer did Foam move, outward reaching. Of not stopped, or if the intended person did not move, paw would lightly press to a leg as high as he may reach, which was not much for miniscule still was Foam.