Newt is currently sat on a large rock that he cast Molliare onto to cushion it. He's sat in front of a small lake with his back to the forest.

Humming peacefully as he hears birds chirping and the rustling of wind through the leaves.

Pickett is in his hair, chittering quietly until he suddenly perks up and begins making a riot to catch Newt's attention. Pointing in a specific direction.

"What is it now, Pickett?" Newt asks in exasperation as he grabs Pickett from his hair and looks into the pointed direction.

He freezes when he sees eyes watching him. He slowly stands with his hand subtly feeling for his wand in his sleeve. "... Hello." He greets with an awkward smile.