Rolf watched the sugar glider carefully. It always made him smile a bit when he saw things like him nibble so delicately and with such concentration. Rolf always loved various thigns about all animals, though; it was something he seemed to have been born with.
He shifted position as the animal moved, keen on not letting him freeze to death out here. He grimaced as his scars pulled and left him off balance a bit. He steadied himself with fingers on the ground, lips tightening, and hoped he'd be able to grab the fast creature. He'd worry about it if it got away.