He was just thankful the squirrel flew off in the other direction. If it had hit the cliff next to him... That would have been rather unpleasant to hear. Sitting next to the wall and trying to try off, Alex simply unfurled his bedroll once night came. He would try lighting a small fire for personal warmth, but if the wind and rain killed it, he would simply curl into his bedroll and try to get some rest. If he was lucky, the rain would stop overnight, a storm like this couldn't last forever.