The male bolted awake in a cold sweat, his heart beating like a fluttering caged bird. He could hear the blood pumping in his ears and the way he opened his eyes made the dimpled light through the trees seem blinding. Once he gained proper focus, he sighed to himself. "Another nightmare..." he muttered, slowly stepping out of the makeshift tent.

    "Camron," a soft female voice spoke as he stepped out of the tent, "you're finally awake," the womans cold ice-like blue eyes shot through the male like shards of glass. She seemed to be in the middle of cooking, the sleeves of her boar skinned shirt rolled up to avoid it getting dirty.

    "Yeah.." Camron croaked as he stood up, "sorry about sleeping in again," he rubbed the back of his neck with his hand as he chuckled a bit awkwardly. The female just shrugged as she got back to work, her almost white hair tucked into an unkept ponytail. Camron sighed slightly, even if he tried he would never fully catch the attention of his love interest. Ruth had always been as cold hearted as her stare, but she had a clear warm spot she refused to show. He had always wondered why, she always seemed annoyed with herself when she let her true emotions show, not only annoyed... but Camron could almost see hints of fear in the females eyes. This made him question what had happened to her before she came to this forest, meeting Camron and Sandy. Speaking of... where is Sandy? He glanced around the area, he expected the short male to be around, he didn't leave the camp often. He worried a bit, Sandy was not made for battle. His hands were much too small for most swords, and he was too shaky to stabilize any kind of spear or gun.

Camron needed to go find him. He wouldn't last out there long by himself.