Sitting in the trees, watching everyone as per Rosalinds orders, Sashas legs dangled from the tree limbs. He listened, calmly, to the breeze. Ah, a cloudy night. He loved it when he could go outside, it made him sad to stay within... He perked up, hearing someone approach. He jumped down in front of who dare walk toward the forest right now, tall and looming over the figure in front of him.
"Who goes?" He asked, russian accent thick. Then he noticed... "Ah... Eleana. I'm sorry..." He blushed, stepping back, a bit embarassed. The pretty woman enjoyed her privacy. "Do not mind me... Do you need accompaniment?"