Ohanzee trudged through the brush, his mind wandering more than he was. He was worried about Gaia and Regenard. Regenard seemed to be walking farther towards the Dead Lands and it gave him an uneasy feeling, but he chose to respect the man's decision. He was walking along when he spotted a familiar green cloth. He rushed towards it, eager to get some actual sleep. He brushed aside the leaves and twigs and moved the gray and brown stone. He climbed down, pushing the stone back into place and crawled into the cave. He was surprised the cave was still in good condition, considering it was easier to find than he intended. He smiled to himself, but the smile faded when he thought he saw one of the shadows by the steams move. He walked over, a knife at ready, to find nothing. He shrugged and walked over to the bed, flopping down, exhausted from the hike. The cave was dimly lit by some natural sunlight and at night he could light a fire. He lay, staring at the gray walls for ages thinking about what all had happened in the past twenty-four hours. He slowly drifted off happily.