The Willow

This place immediately was alien and something the purple-eyed man had never come across. Large trees that appeared as if they were crying towered over him like a mink would to a beetle, giving the place an extra look of mystery and eeriness. Varon was a creature not afraid of such nature, but it kept him distracted, orbs constantly darting upwards to see the long branches of the trees dance with a small breeze. Nightfall was soon coming, much quicker than intended - the natural light fading into the distance. One of the first noises that signaled dusk was the croaking of frogs, and up ahead, the Russian could see a small pond filled with several water plants.If he was hungry, perhaps he'd go for a swim, but eyes would droop down slowly, warning the man that he must soon find shelter or be forced to sleep out in the open.

Audits immediately pushed forward, muzzle targeting a large willow tree with it's draping branches. It should provide good cover... Walking at an even pace, large paws stepping on whatever was beneath him, Varon found himself under the draped tree, eyes once again staring upwards. There wasn't much time before ears suddenly flickered to the sound of a nearby presence. It was coming closer. Whether it was a meal or danger, the foreigner was prepared to take it head on if it proved to be a threat. Without even seeing whoever was coming closer, Varon let a deep growl rumble through his throat, giving a heads up to whoever was walking his direction. Careful where you walk," foreign tones roughly warned.