He wasn't sure what woke him. It could have been the twinge of pain flaring in his shoulder from the position he was in, or it could have been the way he had slightly shifted and would be in danger of falling if he did so again. Either way, James was awake, as much as he didn't want to be. Stretching his arms overhead, the man twisted around so he could shoulder his bags and climb down without incident. This went as planned and soon enough he was back on solid ground with an ache in his back, and a crick in his neck.<br/><br/>There was a small clearing not far from where he was so James made his way over to it and looked up, noting how close to night it would be. He needed to find shelter before it got too dark to do anything. He had no matches, no batteries, nothing to provide a light source so being caught in the dark wasn't exactly an option.<br/><br/>There was that small hole under this old uprooted tree he had spent the last few nights at, and provided it hadn't been claimed by another that seemed like the best place. James had found the tree while following the river a few days back. The tree itself had mostly fallen over and now leaned heavily against those around it, but the roots had remained partially in the ground and had made a sort of burrow just big enough for a man to scrabble into. Setting his sights on the river, James did just as he had then and followed it.