Exhausted and cold, Foxley climbed the stairs of his new home, freshly cut boards creaked against the nails beneath his feet. The last month had been harder than any before, and the trip to Livonia proved daunting. Nonetheless he found a new place to lay his head and new hunting grounds. As he leaned against the railing above the courtyard he smiled down at the progress. The tents lay prepared to hold any supplies that he found and was willing to share with travelers who visited his home, he only hoped greed wouldn't lead to anyone stealing the tents themselves...For now though, his outlook was positive.