His stomach growled, and he felt lethargic. Atchmon forced his sluggish body to move, and started gathering wood for a fire. Everything was wet from the rain, which continued to sprinkle, but that wasn't going to be enough to stop him. There were many tricks he knew of, and many more he discovered for himself after spending so many years alone in the wilderness. It was times like these, when he could implement his knowledge; so long as it meant surviving another day.