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Matt had said nothing for a while now. He had taken to silence after his latest question, and kept it since. He had let a sigh of relief slip after the wolves had left, but hadn't said a word. He was about to when Myr began working with the trees, but decided against it. It wasn't hard to see what she was doing after a few minutes. Matt didn't know what to do in the meantime, however. Myr seemed to have shelter under control. What was he to do? The other two were getting firewood... what else did they need? Food? Water? Did some of them already have some? Either way, it wouldn't hurt to try and find a source or water nearby. Matt, who had jumped into a branch while Myr had been working, jumped off, in search or water. He took a much faster path than most would have prefered, but Matt liked the high ground. So he jumped from branch to branch instead of walking. It wasn't like he hadn't done it before. It was usually how he traveled anyway.
After a few minutes he heard the steady pound of a waterfall. Matt smirked as he jumped off the trees and landed in front of the pool of water. The roar was loud, but not so loud as to be uncomfortable. He leaned down and cupped some water in his hands. Looked clean enough. Matt took a sip. Tasted clean enough. He guessed it was safe. He then smiled. He would come back tonight, while they were all asleep, as not to disturb them. It had been to long since he last had some quiet. Matt took note of where he was, and began to travel back to the campsite. He got there within a short enough time. But Myr had already finshed building the shelters... wait, why was there only room for four? There was no way Myr knew he usualy slept in trees, what gived?
"Uh, Myr..." He walked up to the woman. "You wouln't happen to be psychic, would you? Or do you sleep in trees too?"