poor guy- anyway he wakes up in a makeshift bed the next morning
yup-
Logan
Logan glanced up at the thick canopy of trees. From the way the shadows fell across the floor, he would guess that he'd been traveling through the woods for three hours, tops. He chuckled darkly. He didn't know whether it was a blessing or a curse that the Naga hadn't found him yet. Because he WOULD find him, Logan knew that for certain-this was the creature's domain, the naga would know the trails better than Logan did-and the mist that crept behind him, closing him in, made him think that it was most likely somewhat controlled by the naga...he shrugged it off. There was no choice but to keep going. Try his best to survive.