Rain patters down around Gourmand as he wanders the ruins quietly, collecting blue fruits by the armful. The air is hot, fresh and earthy this morning, the plants vibrant and lush, two younger slugcats playing by his feet as he sniffs the fruit. It's peaceful, no lizards in sight, the fruit smelling fresh and inviting. Things are good.

It's been a while since his adventures away from home - but he still glows at night from the mark given to him, the smaller slugpups cuddling up to him to hide from the darkness. He's been grateful for the rest, having travelled so far, his feet aching and hands tired. But he's still aware, watching over the pups out of the corner of his eye, having noted someone watching them. You.

But he doesn't panic. He doesn't seem to react at all, if anything he stays jovial as ever, humming to himself as he picks a big, ripe fruit, glancing over to the grass where you stay crouched and hidden.

"Hungry?" He holds the fruit out in your direction with a small smile, his round cheeks soft and warm, his eyes crinkling. The younger pups note your presence, blinking over at the grass, far more hesitant than Gourmand. He doesn't step any closer, unable to fully see you but giving you your space, giving the stranger an opportunity for friendship.