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By the time the sky was beginning to lighten with coming dawn, Nathan stirred within his tent. He was an absurdly early riser when he traveled, but he also covered a surprising amount of ground when he put his mind to it.

He groaned as he half fell, half tumbled out of his tent, before snatching his bow and quiver and hiking back to the ashes of the long-gone campfire.

With a grunt he clicked his flint and steel together and produced a flame in a few seconds. He fed it bits of tinder until it was strong enough for more substantial wood. The heat, at least, offset the cool morning air and he was grateful for it as he unpacked his backpack, looking for breakfast.

Yanamari watched him from the other side of the fire. She had been sitting there for the entire night. Her tail began to move back and forth.

Nathan flinched when he saw the cat's tail flick back and forth, but he offered a small smile. "You stuck around after all."

He quickly threw on a pot of water and then a small skillet and fried up what was left of the fish he'd caught the previous day. The sound of the fish sizzling broke the silence that lingered over the camp; because while Nathan might be up early, he wasn't typically a big morning talker.

At last the fish was done and he tossed a whole one to the cat, and then ate the other himself.

Yanamari sniffed the fish before she began to eat. Her ears would twitch once and a while from the crackling fire.

Nathan grinned as he watched the cat and then finished his breakfast. He made quick work of disassembling his tent and repacking his pack.

He cleaned off the pans and stored them away before finally putting out the fire. A good bit of steam rose from the spot where he dumped water on the burning coals and then once he was sure it was out, slung his pack on.

"Well, cat, hope you find where you're going." He turned to head west and then set off; only casting a glance back to see if the cat was going to follow or stay where it was.

Yanamari sat there a moment before she started to follow since she had no where else to go. She stayed behind Nathan though so he would lead.

He was a little surprised when the cat followed, but he didn't dwell too much on it. He welcomed the companionship at least--for however long it lasted.

As the sun rose and the day began to warm up, he became more awake and thus more talkative. "Well, not a bad start to the day," he murmured, looking around him. They were in a lightly forested area, with trees but plenty of space between them to see clearly. "Wonder how many miles I can put away today." On a good day he could walk about 20 miles. On a bad day, maybe five. Also, weather permitting--though it looked like blue sky for the time being.

He paused for a short break, setting his pack down and stretching.

Yanamari kept walking and sniffed at a bush.Her head shot up, alert for the scent she picked up was another werecat she happened to know. The fur on her back rose as she walked back to Nathan, her eyes analyzing her surroundings.