Oliver hopped off the branch he was standing on, it wasn't to high up so he didn't need to roll or anything like that. Oliver's shoes swept up some of the leave on the ground, underneath the layer of blood red leaves lied another layer of blood red leaves...Oliver paid no attention to this. His mind was focused on finding a partner and/or finding the place where the artefacts lie. Oliver walked for what felt like hours, searching the never ending red forest ahead of him. It has only been a few minutes since landing but for some reason it felt longer. Was it boredom? Angst? This forest's mystical powers? Oliver kept on walking, cutting down the occasional plant life that grew between the leaves on the ground. Oliver transformed his twin hook blades into their gun form, two revolvers that Oliver briskly stuffed into the holsters on either side of his hips.Off in the distance Oliver could hear noises, they were most likely inaudible for a normal person, but being a dog faunus he could hear it. His ears perked up and started moving and turning in different directions, as if he could hear better if his ears turned a certain way. Oliver couldn't manage to hear where the noise was coming from, but it made him want to look. 

Oliver started to running in the direction he was already walking in, flying past trees like and kicking up leaves as he ran.