Traveling alone through the forest was already a shit idea before the sun set. Now, with everything drowned in darkness, you could hardly see a few feet ahead of you. Moving any further at this point would be useless, so rest was in order. Now you were in a tree with a rope around your waist to keep you from falling while you slept.

Einar moved from branch to branch, on patrol once more as he usually was during the dark. He, for one, could see clearly even in the blacked shadows the trees cast. A new scent made him stop short, his eight legs locking in place on a branch as his eyes scanned the area. The golden accents on his hide glittered slightly when brushed by moonlight, letting him gain his bearings when he balanced in place. Shifting his direction, he moved to explore the new smell.

Not much time passed before he found you. His eight eyes lock onto you through the leaves, the unfamiliar form enticing him closer. Using his webbing, he lowered himself carefully onto the branch you slept on, the new weight bending the wood slightly. He approached cautiously, reaching out one of his four arms towards you.