Sephariim looked out over the tall mountain range. It was a sight of beauty, and something he loved visiting. He found it odd that his path would lead him here once again after he searched these mountains once before to no avail, but he figured it must have some significance. He didn't mind it at all.
After he had been travelling all day, he decided to set up camp there for the night. He pulled his tent out and set it up, making sure everything was in its place. He then gathered some wood and made a fire and started to cook the remainder of the deer he killed two days ago. There wasn't much left. He would soon have to hunt again, delaying his journey even more. But that was the price he'd have to pay. It didn't bother him. He pulled a cigarette out and lit it up as he started cooking.