Claus sighed. He wanted to learn the lay of the land a bit, so he went into the forest.
Thankfully he wasn't told about the amazing scenery however. Otherwise the surprise would have been ruined.
Finnek was absolutely breathtaking with its almost otherworldly coloring, like he had found himself in a dream.
While he himself was wearing blue in the form of the Ogreweave, the darker shade made him stand out, as did the lush of blonde hair.
He knew he was in Grimm area, but that wouldn't be any sort of problem, at least that's what he assured himself.
He was quiet, just absorbing the scenery, the black padding on his joints brushing up on stray leaves, and the gentle breeze whispering in his ears.
This was raw nature, he decided. He'd learn some paths most likely, check some of the plant life and see if it matched anything from his home, probably sneak a look at some animals here and there, and make it out without any sort of confrontation if he was lucky.
That was his game plan. Learn the land in case he needed it memorized.
Sour Deal was strapped tightly to his waist as always, just within reach. On his right hip was a small pouch of munitions divided evenly between shells and slugs right down through a divider sewn into the kit.
In his left hip side pouch however was a small pack of various oddities only he could know the uses for: A roll of tape, a bag of marbles, and what looked like a discus of some sort was strapped firmly under the pouch, lipped so he could easily grab it if the odd need rose for it.
Hopefully he wouldn't, but one could never take any chances when in Grimm territory.
Thankfully he wasn't told about the amazing scenery however. Otherwise the surprise would have been ruined.
Finnek was absolutely breathtaking with its almost otherworldly coloring, like he had found himself in a dream.
While he himself was wearing blue in the form of the Ogreweave, the darker shade made him stand out, as did the lush of blonde hair.
He knew he was in Grimm area, but that wouldn't be any sort of problem, at least that's what he assured himself.
He was quiet, just absorbing the scenery, the black padding on his joints brushing up on stray leaves, and the gentle breeze whispering in his ears.
This was raw nature, he decided. He'd learn some paths most likely, check some of the plant life and see if it matched anything from his home, probably sneak a look at some animals here and there, and make it out without any sort of confrontation if he was lucky.
That was his game plan. Learn the land in case he needed it memorized.
Sour Deal was strapped tightly to his waist as always, just within reach. On his right hip was a small pouch of munitions divided evenly between shells and slugs right down through a divider sewn into the kit.
In his left hip side pouch however was a small pack of various oddities only he could know the uses for: A roll of tape, a bag of marbles, and what looked like a discus of some sort was strapped firmly under the pouch, lipped so he could easily grab it if the odd need rose for it.
Hopefully he wouldn't, but one could never take any chances when in Grimm territory.