Given that he's only been a member for a few days, the fact that Eddie isn't quite sure how to navigate the Rosebloods' territory can be forgiven. At his bodymate's insistence he's been scouring as much of the territory as he can, but it's a lot for him to navigate. He's not exactly made for a jungle, having been raised in an urban area. .. Technically his species would be suited for an area with so many trees, but Eddie was not going to climb a damn tree for any reason.
Really, though, it's the sound of breaking canopy that alerts Eddie to the fact that anybody is there at all. The raccoon's ears prick at the snap-break and some. Was .. somebody falling? That was .. unfortunate. They had to be pretty heavy to be breaking them at all. And as much as Eddie would like to leave the problem to somebody else entirely, he's a little too curious as to what the hell was going on. With this being said, the brown-furred raccoon trots through the undergrowth, relatively unconcerned.
This is, of course, how he encounters the stranger. There's a soft, curious rumble in the back of his head, but his bodymate, fortunately, says nothing. It's a .. uh. Sabetooth tiger, Smilodon, what the hell did people call them these days? Either way, Eddie doesn't really care.
".. You looking for something there?" He snorts softly as he approaches the stalking Smilodon. Perhaps he should be a little more wary, with how much larger the other was, but Eddie hasn't ever really had any concern about his own health. And, well, they seem a little scuffed up, possibly from falling through the fucking trees. Eddie shudders just thinking about such an experience, much to Venom's apparent amusement. Eddie would tell him to shut up, but he has no interest in supposedly talking to himself in front of people. He usually doesn't care about other people's opinions but honestly he can't be labeled as the group nutjob less than a week in, that would suck.

It's quite possible that Eddie hasn't ever consciously made an attempt to tidy himself up so maybe, just maybe, "trash panda" is an appropriate title for him. Eddie wouldn't even try to deny it -- Annie had told him he sucked at taking care of himself and his appearance, back when they were still in a relationship. So.
"What the hell," Eddie says, more to the sugar daddy comment than the 'dead body'. He doesn't sound upset, just a little incredulous. Okay, but .. fair. That was fair. He wasn't going to lie, though, that was one of the more ridiculous things that have been said to him. There's been worse, though. It was .. just part of being a nosy motherfucker, or so some people would say. After a brief moment, though, the raccoon shakes his head. Okay. Dead body. ".. Did they also fall?" He asks, less concerned than he probably should be, the only hint of anything just a minor twist of his expression. He should also probably be asking who the hell the body was. Or their name. Or why they didn't care and were so sure they were dead. Eddie, however, is too tired to care, his curiosity be damned. "I haven't seen anything, but I'll help you look for it. But then you'll probably have to leave, or something else. What the hell do I care." Trespassers probably weren't supposed to be here unless they were joining, but it'd be a shame to leave a body rotting on territory for some unsuspecting Roseblooder to find. Demanding they leave right away would probably end in a fight Eddie couldn't win, anyways. He could always blame his status as a newcomer and the previous fact in case he got in trouble or something.