<strong>Xavier: Searching for others, hunting for food, and being an all around bad mutha-shutyomouth</strong><br/><br/>After a few hours, Xavier called for a rest stop. Between the heat, and the Zarilian tendancy to dehydrate, he did not want to push the ladies too hard. "We'll stop here for an hour to rest, then head back. Looks like the suns will be falling soon and it strikes me as unwise to be roaming around in the dark in unfamiliar territory. I'll take this oppurtunity to see if I can kill something large enough to feed everybody. I'll give a whistle before I return. If you hear something coming and it hasn't whistled, it's not me. Prepare accordingly. "<br/><br/>He waited a moment, to address anything they wished to bring up. Then he headed off into the foliage and vanished from sight within a matter of seconds.