Blacktail Deer Plateau Not wanna be, gonna be

The nosferatu was still adjusting to a more diurnal existence. It was in the early morning, when he would typically just be settling in to sleep. He drifted near the back, traveling mindlessly and at a drowsily slow pace. At some point, however, the group had stopped. It took him a moment to register this, but Corvus gladly came to a halt once he did, sliding into a sitting position.

Tired, smoldered eyes gave the place a halfhearted glance-over. It looked fine; it smelled fine. He wasn't picky, especially not in his current state of mind. He saw Grezig out of his peripherals, who'd already begun to drift off. Finding this to be good enough a sign as any that he'd be permitted to sleep, Corvus slunk off to find a secluded place to rest without a word. A bush with a bare underside called to him, and he curled up beneath it, mind quickly sinking into unconsciousness like a stone in water.