PRIVATE Grandeur or Grand Noir

Small paws pitter-patter on the jungle floor. Soaked through and through, Nadros creeps through the branches. It's rained a moment before and water drips from his brow down below the tree to drip on the leaves under him.
drip drop drip drop, the old rain makes music as it falls down from the canopy, most of each drops' friends being taken by the trees that reach high above and grasp the sky. 
Nadros waited, smelling the air every now and again to see if his friend had arrived yet. Although they weren't incredibly close, she was probably his best friend. Of course, he had never really had a best friend. He couldn't stoop to that level of ranking his buddies.
He couldn't stoop to most level, he was too fantastic for that, too beautiful and courageous. Too.. perfect. Ha, he laughed in his mind, jumping down from branch to branch as soon as he smelt the familiar smell of his friend.
"Allo, he called into the dark jungle.