The Tangle perpetual timepiece

The scenery did not greet him with open arms, so he traveled with his head and shoulders hung low, and loosened out his gait to be just as long and low. Forced by this, the pale wocha still moved carefully, uneasy deep in his bones still.. until a sound alerted him into a quick pause. His eyes scanned now with a direction to aim in specifically, but it still took a moment to suss out anything. After wriggling his nose questioningly, he moved closer by a few strides and thought he saw a swatch of motion behind the tangled, gnarling foliage.

Now he at least knew he wasn't alone here but was this the whole explanation for why he felt so.. seen? Hei, he called out, attempting to engage for now as he stepped closer, taking a while longer for him to find away around the cover to finally see the agouti-furred girl. He was on guard, so, truthfully, not at his friendliest regardless of what his nose told him about this stranger. What are you doing out here? he nearly barked as his eyes narrowed intensely at her.

She was one thing. He had a lot of questions about what led her here, or what cause, but was that all?

It might not be safe out here.