Hay was not the most comfortable thing in the world to sleep on to begin with and the animals making a ruckus was making it even harder to fall asleep. It seems that no matter what he did to keep a low profile, it was impossible not to draw attention to himself. Eventually, he knew that the owner of these animals would come out here and possibly spot him. Perhaps he had been watching too many old American Western movies but he had a feeling the farmer would be carrying a gun. Nikolai didnâ€™t like guns and certainly did not want to add a gunshot wound to his already maimed body; gunshot wounds always seemed to take the longest time to heal. Speaking of healing, by relaxing his wounds were already beginning their healing process. Even with the animals making a fuss over him intruding their space he was finally finding himself able to sleep...<br/><br/>Until he heard the main door to the barn opening that is, then he cursed himself for sleeping a bit longer than he had wanted to. He wasnâ€™t sure how many hours of sleep he got, but it was enough for his wounds to stop bleeding and scab though it still felt like his body was on fire. It was a side effect from a griffinâ€™s claws, a reminder of how thankful he was that he wasnâ€™t human. But now he took his mind off of the pain. As much as he didnâ€™t want to move for fear of reopening his wounds he knew he had to get out of there. Whoever spoke out was looking for him.<br/><br/>They would find him soon if he didnâ€™t get out of there.<br/><br/>He looked towards the window then, daring to peer out from his hiding spot, looked for the girlâ€™s position. Right away he could sense there was somethingâ€¦ not human about her. Her scent was different, though vaguely familiar, and he had a feeling that she could use magic as well. This was intriguing since it was not common to come across mythical creatures, especially ones that were powerful enough to take on a human form. Nikolai was sure she, if she was a magical creature, could sense that he was not human as well and that would make this more difficult. That window may be his best means of escaping, hopefully unseen. He took in a deep breath before quietly attempting to climb the pile of hay while she wasnâ€™t looking.<br/><br/>A cow nearby didnâ€™t seem to like this one bit and knocked its head into the hay. How dare some stranger touch its hay! If he was in better condition he probably could have held his footing, but he ended up falling off the pile, being trapped under the hay, resisting the cry of pain that threatened to escape his throat. At least he was further out of sight, or so he hoped, but now the girl was more than likely going to investigate this area. Stupid cow, he thought to himself, but that was the least of his worries it seemed. Unfortunately being trapped under hay brought another problem. He wasnâ€™t allergic to animals, but hay always managed to irritate his nose in some way or another; he covered his nose to minimize the sound, but he sneezed.<br/><br/>That was definitely going to bring more attention to him than the hay falling over. Maybe he should have found another place to restâ€¦ No, he shouldnâ€™t blame himself for this little event. How the hell was he supposed to know about the outcome? For now he just had to remain calmâ€¦ Maybe they wouldnâ€™t see him. Maybe.