As he walked through a slightly wooded area, Dimitri's ears perked every now and then with each sound he heard in the undergrowth. Whats more, it seemed as though the concept of day and night still applied even in what he thought to be a hallucination, as evidenced by the waning light. Peyote high or no, Dimitri was still a trained survivalist, and as such he would act like one and begin to collect the necessary tools to set up a camp for the night whilst simultaneously covering his tracks. Tucking the handle of his axe between his book bag and back, Dimitri began to collect dry wood to make a fire. While doing this he made sure to spit on and smear with dirt the ends of the branches that he snapped, giving the appearance that whatever had come by had long since passed. Once he felt that he'd collected enough sticks, Dimitri awkwardly opened and shoved everything into his bag without removing it before once more brandishing his axe, "That covers wood for traps and fires, now to find a place to hunker down..." he mused aloud as he wandered further into the forest, keeping his ears trained on any little sound around him. Dimitri, like many other survivalists, knew that he wouldn't have to worry too much so long as there was activity in the forest. It was when things went dead silent that he would start to worry.