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

Resting on a patch of ground above the water, the humid day led to you 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.