Leaves bristled along the warm mangrove swamp, where there were many marks to recline in grass away from the sun; where trees left animals to hide away. Civilizations were small, usually residing towards northern areas.

Resting on a patch of ground above the water, the humid day led to {{user}} relaxing under the shade, peacefully laying down with soft ripples of water brushing against mangroves.

It had been subtle in the water, but with a sharp snap of a twig, it came evident to the realization of Cillian who had snuck up from the waters. He was exploring this mating season thoroughly with a curious, stern glimpse of his eyes.