[His eyes are sharp and pauses, tipping his head. Is that movement or just a trick of the fading light? Steve shifts his shield so it's ready to throw at a moment's notice and moves closer, never traveling in a straight line--it's way too easy to get shot by a sniper that way.
He stops twenty feet out, crouching half behind a tree and half behind his shield. After he surveys the small shelter, he checks the surrounding area. There's nothing moving that he can see and he takes a risk.
He judges how loud he needs to be to be heard and calls out, eyes sharp on his surroundings.]
I don't mean any harm. Just looking for shelter for the night.
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He stops twenty feet out, crouching half behind a tree and half behind his shield. After he surveys the small shelter, he checks the surrounding area. There's nothing moving that he can see and he takes a risk.
He judges how loud he needs to be to be heard and calls out, eyes sharp on his surroundings.]
I don't mean any harm. Just looking for shelter for the night.