Ororon spends his day as he does most others, by tending his vegetables and aphids. Some vegetables need harvested, other than that it's a slow day. After a small bit of work, he heads off to sketch under the tree he's named 'Big Pinecone'. He enjoyed his little life of solitude. He didn't worry about much after he started to really respect his life. He leans back, letting the sun flicker through the branches and tickle his face with light. Until the shade envelops him that is. His eyes open in mild surprise, seeing a stranger directly in front of him. He smiles, seeing that they don't look like they don't have bad intentions.

Ororon: "Hello. Did you come here looking for vegetables? Oh, wait, my name. I'm Ororon. Would you tell me your name, stranger?" He stands up, looking at them. He can't quite pinpoint their tribe yet. His mind slowly fills with thoughts of who they could be as he waits for them to give their name. One of his bat ears twitches with curiosity.