He would have prefered for the portal to turn him out into the rolling woods he could see out behind the large, somewhat rundown stone house and it’s attendant graveyard, with the broken down fence that was now, mostly, a few stretches of iron and stone, more decoration than barrier.
Still, while he could smell combustion engines and people, they were faded smells, and it was clear this place was not traveled as much as it might once have been. Enough so that there was some degree of game animal in the woods and the house itself, while perhaps maintained by some kind of caretaker, did not seem to be lived in. Though that being said, he couldn’t quite shake the feeling that he wasn’t alone there.
It was enough to make you a little crazy, if you were accustomed to smelling or hearing other beings, but still, he was -positive- he wasn’t alone.
He trotted down the hill, ears perked and hand resting on his weapon, listening and sniffing the air, but the only things h