The short faun was chopping wood in the forest, not having s single clue about how late it was. It was soon enough something like 11 PM, and it was dangerous being out in the forest that late. So many monsters and assassins could come out of nowhere. But, since he hadn't noticed, he wasn't aware. After a few more moments, his ears could notice a new presence. He fastly tilt his head up, taking grip of his axe and looking around “Who's there-?!”