Hideaway Strath in the old days, there was enough

@Aerin

He freed himself from his own tangle of limbs that evening. Unsure what had prompted him to partake in slumber, but regardless he was awake now. The sun almost ready to dip below the horizon. Perhaps he would find someone else who had suffered the same fate as him — or perhaps someone who had not yet settled in for the night.

Slowly he patrolled away from his makeshift bed out towards the river that Kynareth had shown him. Surely he might find someone around a water feature. It was the source of life after all.

Oh, but what if not?

He felt sure he could find somewhere else to stick his nose.