MEDIC!!! //p, orion

[Alexandre]

— alexandre f.m.r

The salty waters of The Typhoon washed up and down the shore as Alexandre's paws dragged through them. With every wave, the male's tail swayed. Sunshine beat down on the area around him and highlighted his alabaster and stained pelt with ease. Heat caused a huff to leave him. Stopping in his tracks, the feline's orange eyes looked out at the horizon. His gaze locked onto something instantly. A silhouette in the distance traversed on the railroad tracks, only to stop at the shore and slide behind some rocks. The black being caused his head to crane. Peculiar.

Brown paws pushed forward. His features lowered and haunches slipped down to the floor, crawling towards the stranger. A pointed face looked past the boulders, spotting the stranger. His nose took a sharp sniff. Smells like The Pitt. Dry. Dirty. Nasty. What were they doing here?

Despite this, presentation was always necessary. Alexandre's back straightened out and he stood up, poking his head further past the boulder and exposing himself to Jormungand. Eyes looked Jormungand up and down quickly. Judgement passed quickly. "Well aren't you a man with some edge," he lightly cooed. The feline's paw moved outwards, attempting to lightly caress the Pittian's chin and lift his head forward. His gaze would watch as Jormungand reacted. "Definitely someone not supposed to be on The Typhoon's island."

He pulled away. His head tilted away and spotted the stranger's items. Still, the usual precautions were in order. "Why are you here?"