Unprepared

To say he was embarrassed when a disembodied voice spoke to him from seemingly nowhere was an understatement. So focused on his search, he failed to hear another approach, despite the crunchiness underpaw. His frame gave a mild shudder, angular skull immediately popping from the frosted vegetation. Bright, orange eyes found the owner of the feminine vocals, ears coming forward as he quickly glanced over the stranger. Her posture was relaxed enough to allow him to also be at ease. Short tail continued to shift in annoyance, his expression showing the same. "Yes," he said simply, before eventually deciding to elaborate. He was unfamiliar with this area and those who inhabited, so might as well err on the side of caution. "Looking for herbs and the like. If anything is still alive."