At the base of the hill, his massive form obscured by thick, clustered trees and tall shrubs, Vaan leaned against the tree closest to the fire that he had made earlier, at dusk. He slept soundly, the usual glowing lights to represent his eyes both snuffed out, his entire body still without even as much as the sounds of breathing to alert of his presence. Vaan entered this dormant state very rarely, but when he did, it was mostly out of pure exhaustion.
The forest was peaceful this time of night, very little to disturb the Pursuer's rest. In fact, the only thing to indicate that this forest was alive were the sounds of crickets and frogs, and the faint hooting of an owl every now and then. Every area that the light of Vaan's fire didn't touch was obscured by dark shadows. The Pursuer was situated next to a running stream, but it was both out of sight and nearly silent, being that the current was slow, and the water was shallow.
The peaceful atmosphere of the blackened forest was cut in two as the girl tumbled down the hill, coming to a halt just inches from his fire. Though she had escaped from being burned by the white-hot flames, that was the least of her worries. She had fallen into a wolf's den, and she was Vaan's biggest prey. The Pursuers hated mages, and were invented merely to eliminate them. Vaan was no different, other than the fact that he had some level of sentience. If this girl was smart, she'd exploit that side of him and do her best to talk him out of cleaving her head off.
Vaan was awake as soon as she rolled into his line of sight. Taking in a huge breath of air, both of his eyes lit up, slowly turning to red as he reached for his weapon, which was stabbing into the earth next to him. Standing, he let out a low roar of hatred as he pulled the sharp end of his weapon from the ground, gripping it in both of his hands tightly as he brought the hammer-end back behind him, preparing to crush her.