Bak'Ran's eyes opened as the young woman entered the grove. He could sense her every moment since she entered the thick treeline. He slowly rose to his feet, and lifted the large hammer, sliding it in to the strap on his back and slowly hulking down the slope in to the Grove.<br/><br/>It took only a moment for him to appear before Analyse. A few strides ahead, his hulking form standing tall and wide, blocking out some sunshine, and casting a long shadow. She had only looked down at a root to step over it, and then looked back up, and he was there. His golden eyes stared down at the girl, and his hooves shifted a little. "Why are you here, girl?" he asked, in a deep and rumbling voice, as he watched her, the path leading her directly passed him. She could chance ducking off the path and trying to find her way, but he would find her long before she found her own way out surely. It was, after all, his home. He knew it well, and he could obviously see where she was.