Rohan opened his eyes. Through his blurry vision, the large brown beast skin which surrounded his sleepy body defended him against the outside world.
He was now lying on the fur, still groggy with sleep. All his surroundings were made of brown, the tent of the chief clan, what could be called a bed, all made of karags' fur. Rohan yawned and sat down to chase away his need to sleep.
Now that the Blackwolf Clan had found an area to rest for a few months before taking back the road, Rohan would continue his old habits. Of course, he would still not meditate for the time being, but that wouldn't stop him from training his body.
He would have to pay attention to not unveil the fact that he wielded more power than a simple rank 3 Beginner Warrior, but at least it will train him to control his body in a better way.