The male that stalked forward from the darkness of the verge was a Lagoon brother, but not the one she was looking and hoping for. This one was painted: a mousey grullo tovero. Not the black splash she was familiar with. The clashing black and silver of his gaze beheld her with a curious, but intent exactness as his focus trailed over every inch of her pale form.
"Well now," he purred, the words a warm, amused thrum in his throat. "What have we here?" The bachelor saunters forward from the greenery. He is smart enough to keep some distance between them for now, so as not to spook her by rushing in too quickly. The brute longed to press her forward, south to the spread of the Lagoon, but this time he would try to wait, to tempt, to lure.