Ahead of the fae, as she met a small clearing, was a tilted tree, atop which lounged another of brilliant markings, his sparkling, neon green painfully obvious against the darkger green foliage of the trees behind him. His alabaster-tipped paws hung over the edge of the skewed perch opposite the fae, but he must've heard her approaching, as his ears pricked and he turned to spy the fae as she approached. His short fur concealed a medeocre selection of muscles, which became only slightly more apparent as he pushed to his paw. "Careful! That's a thistle you're about to step on!" He barked, hopping off his tree to avert the fae's paw from the large thorn vine.
Shortly after she was safely away from the plant, he began to rip it up from the ground, practiced claws ripping through the roots and at the same time avoiding the thorns. Following this, he turned 'round and kicked the plant away, harumphing at the remains once he was satisfied, then smiling up at Maikia. "I'm sorry, I thought I'd pulled them all."
This must have been a common haunt for the male. After a moment, he ducked his head, as though he'd done something wrong, and slunk back up to his tree. Couldn't have been more than 6 feet up off the ground, where he was laying, and offered her a soft smile. "Are you hungry?" He offered.
