Julian perked his head up, catching a particular scent on the breeze. The autumn was only starting to set in, but that breeze brought a promise of winter to come. And the coppery scent of carrion.
If only it were the dead kind.
He turned his head slowly, seeing the man looking back at him. The hair on the back of Julian's neck started to rise, but he suppressed the growl that wanted to accompany it. Mostly. What did come forth was subsonic, no more than a faint rumble. Julian made sure his boxes were packed in tightly, securing them with extra paper and some bubble-wrap for the more delicate pieces. He wasn't about to let some leech ruin his find, not even due to his own carelessness.
He kept an eye on the man anyway, as he worked. He didn't need to, but it made him feel better.