Away from the river, in the same general direction Mummer and many others had come, came another two who were also part of the hunt. They stayed further away from the group which, to the evergreen, didn't suit him at all. This was a group, a team, and they had to at least get to know each other, right?
Satisfied that his wave was obvious and welcoming enough for the lucain he turned towards the peppermint teigu and winter kitrell. Moofius had a few peppermint teigu back home, and one winter kitrell, though he hadn't seen that one so often. Either way, the two reminded him a bit of home.
He started with the teigu, who was about his size. Green, tree limb like arms folded behind his back. The same shifting sound of a tree swaying in a strong, but not violent, wind. From the waist up he bent forward until his masked face touched the teigu's; the movement was uncharacteristically slow for the evergreen.
No sense of personal space for a species he felt he knew? Well it was rare that he ever respected anyone's personal space; Kamen and Luarelin had been lucky in that respect.
Mummer slipped a slip of paper (perhaps a good make shift bookmark) onto the page the teigu was reading.
Hello my name is Mummer, it's very good to meet you. I do not speak but I shall do my best to communicate my thoughts to you in my own way.
~Mummer