Sshhh... Do you hear that sound? He growls into your ear.

The male was curious as to why the female was here talking to herself, but he was not judging her for her actions. The male was a bit different himself and would never judge someone else for their unique actions. So he gave her a charming smile, and just asked politely what it was that she was up to. The female didn’t seem to mind his questions, and the two stroke up a conversation. "Well I'm new here, so I was just kind of exploring, even looking for friends or recruits…I guess that's what you could call it." She chuckled and he gave her another smile as her plume wagged behind her. She didn’t shy away from his touch as he rubbed against her while he walked by towards the waters. ”Recruits? Recruits for what? A sweet girl like yourself can’t be building an army or anything like that.” Padfoot knew that there were plenty of females out there that were just as tough as many male, he didn’t take femmes for granted because of their sex. His words were more in jest even if she didn’t seem like the type to be fierce and violent.

When the male asked her name she giggled, and he flicked up an ear at her at the response. Females were funny like that sometimes. But instead of telling him, she was playful back as her plume began to wag once more. "Well aren't you going to show some manners and introduce yourself first?" This time the male chuckled at her words. ”I suppose you are right, I hope you will excuse my lack of manners.” He winked at her as he continued, ”My name is Padfoot, professional wanderer, living nowhere and everywhere. And yourself?” The femme continued smile and giggle at him, just as many did when they were around her. It was just something that he was used to.

The midnight colored brute caught the femme staring at his scarred face, something else that he was used to. When he was younger he took offense to it, and often grew violent when others brought it up to him. But he had come to terms with his past and the violence in it, hell now he even enjoyed that violence. So there was no anger at all when he saw the female do it, but instead he raised a brow at her, as if questioning if she would ask him about it. If she chose to he would not be offended, but it was also not a story that he told to just anyone. Instead of asking about the marks though, she said a much more pleasant comment. "It's a nice day." The brute nodded his head to her as he padded forward, sitting down a few feet away from her. ”That it is. And do you have any plans for this nice day?”

That's the sound of your death. His claws scrape against stone.
Picture and table credit to Alesana <3