Scar briefly enjoyed the solitude of him making camp and Granra asleep. It gave him time to think. The moon was just right above them in the sky...so it was close to midnight, if not earlier or later. So that would give them a few hours sleep before they would have to hastily break down camp, much on some dried meat, and then hit the road again. They would have to find the nearest heaven or Horde sanctioned site so they could properly rest.<br/><br/>Sadly, his beloved moment of peace was ruined when Granra made it obvious she was awake and began talking to him. Once he made sure the tent was up and the bedroll was in, he stood up. Surprisingly or not, he let Granra crawl into the tent. It was a small tent, still fit for two, but still small. It was one that was made with haste for on the battlefield or on the run. To be taken up and down easily and quickly. Scar's oath-brother carried the leisure tent.<br/><br/>If she was expecting 'tricked out' accessories, she was disappointed as Scar said,"I know...That's why you're having it...I'm use to going long nights without sleep...You can think the wars for that...I'll keep watch while you sleep in here and wake you up if something is amiss. Better enjoy it while you can, missy."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>