Despite all his training and attempts to get himself ready for the hunt, falling asleep on a bed of leaves and stick was still an art he had yet to master. Still, he did his best to close his eyes and get some rest.<br/><br/>How long he was asleep, he didn't know, all he did know was that the sound of footsteps were the only audible noise he could hear- meaning that the bugs and birds that were nearby must have been frightened off... If it was a good or bad omen, he'd save the judgement for later. For now, he quietly rolled over onto his back, reaching over to grip the pommel of his blade as he readied himself for whatever it was to come. However, he wasn't actively looking for combat, rather just waiting till whatever it was to pass his shelter so he could act accordingly.