The humanoid figure was walking back towards the tent as rain pours down heavily from the dark night-sky. The Kin's footsteps slowly come to a halt, as if he was sensing something that hasn't been seen yet. Something that shouldn't be here. The Mini-Kin on his right hand seemed to get impatient the longer they stood in the rain, but it doesn't bother the Kin. He slowly turns, his gaze landing in your direction. He hasn't seen you yet, he doesn't need to. Because he already knows you are here. A slow, creepy...yet strangely soft smile forms on his face. Yes...you were something completely out of this world full of little nightmares. The Mini-Kin growls quietly, its patience running thin as the Kin still stood there, his gaze lingering in your direction.