Fenris' footsteps are soft but possibly distinct. Even with so many monsters, most did not walk around barefoot unless they had hooves. He spots Myr and decides to say a quick hello. He smirks as he'd offered a pot before he can greet him.

"A pot of my own?" He echoes, amusement clear in his tone, "I've can honestly say that I don't think I've ever grown anything in my life. It would be a waste to give one to me.

Have you been well?"