The tall Orc, seeming to be in the permanent state of a bad mood, didn't deign to talk to anyone about a good night. He hadn't had a good night in so long he almost forgot what the term meant, almost being the key word. He had those ghosts of a good night, where good, or reasonably pleasant dreams were interrupted by waking up at the oddest sound. The wolf would wake with him, having heard it too, and he would have the devil's own time trying to fall back again. He scowled, knowing that sleeping on trees was the worst in terms of comfortableness, although it did mean that he wouldn't get got with his pants down, figuratively speaking. He shook his head, wondering what it was about elves that tugged at his anger so. His eyes didn't shut, and he kept watch, just like he said he would. Cavis would stay awake with him too, he knew.