It doesn't take Bucky long to decide to follow the tracks. It's clear to him that it can't be the same beast that left the claw marks — unless there's some size changing happening here and frankly, this place seems weird enough that he doesn't wish to think about that possibility just yet — but it's really the only clue he has. He does so both silently and with an economy of motion long since trained into him.

Animals aren't the only predators in this strange place.

He becomes aware that he's being watched as he nears the trees, and it slows his steps. As far as he can tell it's only the one figure, but that really doesn't mean much; a single person can still be very much a threat. But threats rarely hide the way it looks like this figure is hiding. Bucky figures it's either a very elaborate facade or there really is no threat. He decides to gamble for the latter; if it turns out it's the former, well, it's not like he's unarmed.

"Who's there?" His voice is neutral enough, curiosity mixed with caution and carefully so. "Why are you hiding?"