[He couldn't help but giggle a little at all the sand. When the Wilderness was an old western setting, he definitely had to pause to dump it out of his shoes and shake it out of his hair. Still, the warmth and soft sand was rather comforting to him... he wondered why. Maybe it was like home.]

When you fell asleep, I moved the cocoon somewhere safer and kept an eye on it. You never know what a giant squirrel might do to it, and there are crazies about.

[He nodded. One could never know what to expect in this place.]

I played music and wrote some things to pass the time; did you hear any of it?