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Arvin's visual acuity watches the peculiar sight of the wooden squirrel for a moment, before the further footsteps inquire him to briskly face the intruder. The sound neither hurried nor at all attempting to conceal their presence, nor the methodical pacing of an animal or sentient. The pair of wooden machine-like constructions moved into view, eyes forward and on the march. Arvin towered over them, being well beyond 2 meters like many 'evolved humans' it did well to remind him when nearly half of the buildings required him to kneel through to enter, even back on Avalon. Nevertheless the weapons did offer him a momentary pause for concern, a sticker could still stick someone like him, but the wood things seemingly continued unweary or uninterested in his presence.

Almost entranced in his curiosity, he continued to observe the two things continued to travel toward the noise and thunder. A realization clicked in his head, one of his fellow crewmates could be involved with whatever wqas going on here. He'd need to close with whatever was going on...

In a slightly hunched prowl, Arvin took to the side of the forest way adjacent to the two wooden walkers and stalked them. Now, an Avalonian man 'stalking' anything carried alot of metaphor with it, someone as large as him tended to be 'loud' on both the energy spectrum and sensory one. he'd keep a wide berth just in case.