It's a lot more relaxing than Squalo expects, having been effectively losing his shit at his own dominion. He liked being around people, and a city without any just wasn't right. A forest, however? That's different. It doesn't need lights or noises or the peak hour rush. It just is, and he's actually having a fairly good time wandering about, admiring at the nature. He's never had the chance to spend much time out on the countryside, so he's a little amazed already.

He's actually a little surprised to find the cabin, but he doesn't think much of it at first. Well, sure, he'll check it out. Who knows how long he was going to be stuck here, right?

He definitely doesn't expect the sight that greets him, however. The dead person on the table is give or take; he's seen (and made) plenty of those. But the way the entire interior seems to be covered with antlers is outright creepy. He stops near the door, as if mesmerized, and slowly reaches out to touch a horn point, tracing the countour of the antler with his fingertip.

He's not aware of anyone else in the vicinity just yet.