Cain looked around there camp, a small girl wrapping her arms around his neck and her legs across his chest. She let out a yawn and rubbed her eye as cain walked over to his mule, feeding it an apple as he looked around. Everyone seemed so tired, as if waking up early was an unusual thing to do. Cain was raised on a farm, the roosters were simply nostolgia for him. Aofie wasn't from there but she was used to cain waking her up so early thanks to the old days. Quickly packing up there blankets and setting there things into there bags, cain let aofie down as she mumbled something about a dream. Quickly pushed his mule forward, starting there move towards the others.