He expected her to be surprised, but perhaps not this surprised. She almost feel off the damn thing with her reaction. His blue eyes dotted with black remain fixed on her and her reaction. It was certainly not graceful, and he wondered if she could have actually gotten away from a true threat or not. He did not move for a moment, wanting to see her reactions as she then goes stiff as a thick tree. He kept his stare for a moment, intense with the whiteness of his fur. His look was only more intense with the blackness that covered his jaw and cheeks.

She seems to ease up somewhat, with her tail even waving behind her. Is it wise to ease up to a stranger so quickly? He felt an irritation under his skin. Sure, he was not looking for a fight. He was looking for...interaction, but to let down defense so quickly...perhaps she intends to trick him.

She speaks first, his mind snapping away from his consuming thoughts. Green stuck to his fur here and there, though the gold and white still shone through with ease. He was soaked, water dripping with the occasional plant life danging from his fur. He feels a foreignness to her attitude, to even the sound of her voice. He is not used to such things, and it only brings him a sense of discomfort. Usually he handles discomfort with his teeth, but instead stands on edge now.

"Decorum? Goldie? What is this nonsense?" he says harshly against her more curious expression. His teeth expose slightly, eyes intense with a touch of reactionary aggression to the unknown.

"Not sure I can...teach what instinct should have given you," he says with a touch of a deep growl. He steps closer to her with his blacked paws, then proceeds to shake his fut, flinging water all though the air, likely spraying the female with swamp water and perhaps even some of the green sludge, the whole while Segin being completely unaware of his actions. His eyes stop dead upon hers, blue as can be with beads of forever black.

"You are going to be eaten alive out here, brace yourself," he grumbles, suddenly going forward with strength and speed towards her. His jaws were agape as he charges, reaching to snap at her- although it is more than apparent that his first snap is not intended to land at all. To him it was simple, she was uneasy on her feet on more unstable ground. She needed practice- and the practice was the escape his jaws. If needed, he would snap her, bite into her though not as he would into prey. How else is she supposed to learn? Thus he charges, eyes nothing but determined in his own way of teaching her what needs to be known, that instinct either failed to tell her, or that he simply needs to...draw out of her. He would continue towards her, snapping, potentially snapping upon fur or flesh upon his second snap if she does not move away quick enough.