It would likely surprise her that someone had already taken up temporary residence in her special clearing. Clivius sat on what looked like a wooden box, his eye pressed close to the end of a telescope pointed at the glittering sky. A book sat precariously perched open on one of his legs, the other books set neatly on the grass. Occasionally, his eye would leave the telescope to look at the book, as his hand would scribble down a few things in pencil on the old paper, before quickly turning his gaze back to the sky. He didn't seem to notice Freylan right away as she neared the clearing, for he was far too engrossed in his work, but as he heard a faint rustling in the woods behind him, he tensed, jumping slightly.
He'd been told that there could be beasts in the mountains, yes, that's what his father had told him. Mostly deer and rabbits, but there had been word that a fearsome wolf could be lurking in the shadows, or perhaps a mountain lion. Quaking at the thought, Clivius shifted to turn around a bit better to face the woods, then gasped audibly as the book fell through his lap and he scrambled to catch it.