[Somewhere just between the outside edges of the forest and he main areas of the island, there's a small shape of someone trying to burrow into his less-than-adequate but probably recognizable red jacket, not quite hiding but definitely not doing the wandering around thing - at least not yet. Instead he might be spotted half hiding to stake out the surroundings, between some trees or building walls, crouched and glaring ahead through whatever distress he may or may not be feeling. It's cold and he doesn't know what's going on and it's getting pretty dark... but whatever. This might as well happen.]