Doubt cradled his mind like a warning, a gentle whisper of paranoia that had no place in such recesses. Every step he took closer to this stranger was done so with caution, curious verdant eyes narrowed in careful calculation. The wide grin and charming demeanor could be nothing more than a facade, yet Somnus wondered ever so briefly when it was that he became so distrustful.
Had he truly fallen so far to judge someone simply by happenstance? Of course he was not the same man that he had been merely months prior, a King reduced to wandering, to wondering, but surely such a fall would not cast him in the same wretched graces that wreathed the shoulders of his brooding, cruel brother? How Atreus would surely laugh now, mocking and arrogant. Perhaps they truly were cut from the same cloth.
Letting out a slow, measured breath, Somnus watched the fellow regard the set trap for a few moments longer before continuing his slow approach, his hooves crunching through the fresh cast snow. His eyes roamed down until they focused on the snare, a grimace overtaking his features at simply imagining being caught in such a terrible contraption. Terrible. Truly horrible and cruel.
As it were, there was little time to think of them. Coming to a tense stop just a few short feet of the snare, Somnus lowered his head to better examine the trap. He sneered, a look of distaste staining his handsome visage and he shook his head minutely.
