"Sounds good t' me. But we should have a watch, just'n case." He's not going to admit it out loud, but the snow is beginning to bother him, making his calfs cramp every now and then, and he's found himself silently and creatively cursing the gods in charge of the weather quite a few times the last hour. "Won't be surprised if a sleep deprived bear walks int' camp in the middle of the night either." Why? Well bad news never, ever travel alone, and this weather is certainly starting to qualify.