Solo The test: the second day

[Vart]

Vart growled as he chewed on the unprepared traveling stock he still had left. The fact he had been outsmarted and outwitted by a bunch of freaky owl bird mixes was a severe blow to his pride. Ever since yesterday he had put out his fire and hadn't yet dared to make a new one. Still weary of getting another freaky animal come across his camp and raid it for more food. He put the bit of food he still had back into his bag. He couldn't just leave his food out in the open here though. Other animals might find it and eat it. Nor could he keep it with him all the time. With all the water it could get wet and spoil. Or it could attract more animals to the food and he would get in trouble. Better to find a way to hide the food or at least make it so that creatures wouldn't be able to get at it. He looked around, but didn't really see a way to keep his food out of the claws of those blasted bird, cat things. If he hung it up high in the branches they would get at it. Holes in the trees where to small. He looked downwards... if he remembered right, owls weren't very good diggers. So what if he wrapped up his food very well and put it in the ground? He guessed it would also hide the smell. It was worth a try at the very least. He pulled rolled the tarp of his tend back a bit and began digging a hole underneath the tent. He grimaced as he felt the clammy mud. He better be very careful with wrapping up the food. Otherwise he would be eating sand. He wrapped the food in one of his bags and put it in the hole. Filling it again and pulling his tarp over it. Hopefully this would keep further scavengers from finding his food. That problem solved as good as he could. He grabbed his mace, hoisted his quiver of arrows over his shoulder, put his shortbow over his shoulder and took the sharp stick he had been given. Not only did he need to replenish his diminished food supplies. That sharp stick of his could use a better point. So he was going to need to search for any kind of flint or stones that could be used to make a sharper and better point then just wood. He had a feeling he could use it with all those strange creatures living in this bloody swamp. He carefully prodded the depth's of the swamp with his sharp stick. Feeling for anything that might be lurking in the depths of the swamp. And prodding around for anything hard that felt like a stone. Gathering those things in the swamp was going to be hell as with all the water. Still he kept his eyes and ears peeled for anything that could suddenly jump out towards him or that looked usefull.