The sun was irritating even with his hood on as Dante placed his gear on the ground. He had wandered around the camp grounds and found a clearing in the forest which he decided would be his private place to relax for the remainder of his time here. He looked over his gear singling out which ones he wouldn't need at the moment: Thermal/Night Vision Goggles? Nope. Wall climber? Maybe later. Perhaps the grapple claw? Too many trees, could get it tangled in the branches.

After deciding none were right for the moment he decided to just chill and mess around with his claws. After a while he felt like he was being watched and for moment he heard rustling in the bushes. Could it be that Roxy chick the counselors were talking about? They did say she was hiding somewhere. "Roxy?", he called out into the bushes. There was no response so he figured the sun was just getting to him. Hopefully soon the sun could go down and he can transform without being seen. He laid down I'm the grass and relaxed as a chill breeze swept over the field.