As the dark male made his way through the darkness of the cave, he would let out a soft hum. His eyes had adjusted to the oblivion so he could feel his way around, it was very cool down here and he liked very much. He was aware that he was on his own, as he didn’t hear any other sounds in the cave and no scents had drifted to him. It meant the male could have some peace, he wasn’t exactly waiting for anyone so he would just take in his current surroundings. His paws moving over any rocks and then falling into very shallow water in which he didn’t mind either. While breathing, the cool air filled his nostrils and into his lungs before he would exhale warmer air he could see his breath form before it would spiral into the dark. However, his hum didn’t leave him it would continue and it would echo through the empty chasms, it would also make him known to anybody who would come down here as well. “speech”

ARSENAL He is unamused, to say the least. Winter melted to spring, and summer will be on the horizon soon. If nothing else, he's... empty. But that's really just fine. There's nothing to push him, nothing to propel him forward. Apathy has become Arsenal's prevailing emotion, as if there's nothing left to give him reason to give a fuck. He's shambling through the caves, looking for nothing if not something... more. Something more than what he's presently doing, which is apparently nothing good at all. His eyes narrow as they set on the stranger, but his hackles don't rise. No. Too much effort, too much work. What could leave him bothered, anyway. It was ridiculous. He was a little ridiculous. Though he doesn't growl at the stranger, Arsenal isn't friendly either. They've crossed paths, sure, but Arsenal will leave the next move up to the man. fall in love or in lust, either one