Too long, he thinks, pausing to consider why. Fear, perhaps, or the uncertainty in how his arrival could be received. More than likely both the former and the latter if he were to be bound to the sake of veracity.
To his left, the river moved sluggishly, frozen in places along it’s beds where the snow touched and found places to settle. To his right a wall of craggy, cold mountainside glistening from the stray, dull light from the odd eclipse. And in front him, the scent of water drifted predominantly closer, crisp and bitter. The lake, the crowning jewel of Hyaline lay just ahead - or so he assumed.
He’d never been before, but stories often fell freely from lips and into ears that they did not know waited hungrily in the dark.
A soft tapping echoes with each step he takes nearer to the lake’s shore and a faint series of clicks vibrate from the back of his throat as curious, violet eyes devour the mountain’s edges. There’s an eerie sense of foreboding calm, and an unshakeable presence of being studied.
ooc note: he a velociraptor. open to attacks and some injuries or convo or both or whatever honestly. it's is own dumb fault.