Rob had been sleeping uneasily, lulled to slumber by the crackling fire he had ignited hours before. The sound of heavy ?foot?steps in the undergrowth shook him awake. The hairs on his neck rose along with him as he hastened to take shelter behind a few bushes, every step as silent as possible, though the occassional twig did snap, his presence not as masked as he'd like it to be. Whatever was out there could potentially be of danger to him, and he hadn't read enough about the scottish wildlife to accurately pass judgement on the density of predators. Hadn't there been something about bear sightings in the national geographic last month?  He lay lower still. Something was attempting to crawl up his leg ~Murphys law all over again. Don't scratch, you'll just manage to make even more noise~<br/><br/>The unpleasant sensation continued to bug him, but right now he had to focus on whatever figure was about to emerge...