Birds were singing in the trees above. They had been for some time, as birds always start chirping before sunrise. The sounds were beautiful, natural, and as old as time itself. Mithias was heading back to his own home, an oldstyle, simply wooden cabin he had constructed himself in the wilderness, far enough away from roads and other humans so as to be isolated and undiscovered. It wouldn't last forever, but for this century, it made him feel more human. 

Having been on careful watch, Mithias stopped when he became aware of a person just up the road from him. He didn't realize he had stopped walking before it happened. He just did it, too focused on what was going on around him. Golden eyes peered above the edge of the cloak under the shadow of his hat, catching movement as whatever or whoever it was ducked back into the trees. Mithias kept his head down, cursing himself inwardly for stopping his walk, which made it obvious that he had noticed the person. Drat. The next move was his, so Mithias decided to continue forward. More than likely, some human had been frightened by him and was merely hoping he would walk by without noticing them, and so he would. Pretending to ignore the woods beside him, Mithias walked again.