it was a sunny day, and Neo laid behind a rock near the lake. he was tired from last night; a wolverine had tried to steal a small deer which Neo had struggled to kill. Neo chased the wolverine off but got a small flesh wound on his cheek in the progress; it looked worse than it felt, and Neo didn't really care much about it.

Neo looked around the place making sure that there weren't any wolves nearby. he then yawned and fell asleep.