Where was Naira? He'd been trying to follow her scent. Hopeful even. But, he was not even close to the heart of the Draw, an despite the overcast of clouds he felt like he was burning up. His old wound once again wanted to make him crumple up in a pile for all the ground he had covered. Frustration threaded itself through his insides, forcing a low growl to churn in his throat. Whatever this was he was adamant about beating it. Like the stubborn, and persistent man he was he pushed his body to take a few more steps before dropping to his haunches. He would take rest, but only for a moment. As was habit he pulled in a long breath, trying not to let his focus ebb from the simple action. He was beyond restless. Fear, and failure constantly whispered. What if, what if?
A blink of his gaze he rose, forcing onward, still not sure what he was accomplishing. There was plenty he wanted to do, but hope didn't count for much. Did it ever? Fiery eyes scanned the blackened trunks, zipping along the bright green that surged beneath them. But, he did not see anyone to help steal away his misery. Instead it was a scent of food that tugged at his stomach, his weary body and mind. Starving himself would prove nothing. A sigh of defeat, he stepped over to the cache. The scent of its maker making him feel guilty all over again. None the less he began shuffling the dirt aside. One thing at a time.