The shifting of the sands beneath his feed crunched slightly as he climbed the dune in front of him, the wind blowing small particles into the air that inevitably made their way into the folds of his clothes or attached itself to the sweat on the little bits of skin exposed on his face. He had been out for weeks hunting so that he could bring the kill to market to sell. His kill was starting to become heavy as he dragged it across the dunes, he would need to take a break soon he knew. Traveling in the desert was not without its hazards, however, but someone born to his lifestyle knew how to survive. It was known that it was better to travel during the cool parts of the day and rest while it was hot. The day was waxing towards its zenith as he looked around from the top of the dunes searching for some kind of shelter. He soon spotted some ancient ruins that he believed would be suitable for shelter from the sun and wind. Making his way down the dune he started off towards the ruins, most of the structures were worn down by the sands but some were big enough to block some of the wind. He dragged the carcass towards one of the stone walls and let ropes fall to the ground as he looked around, checking for any signs of danger before he pulled his waterskin from around his neck. He had about half a day's water left, which should see him towards the next oasis where he could refill his water supply. Pulling the cork free he lifted the skin towards his parched lips and took a small sip. Drinking too quickly could cause a stomach ache and possibly regurgitation, which would only accelerate his dehydration, so small sips of the warm liquid were taken. Afterward, he replaced the cork and hung the skin around his next once again as he moved to drop his pack towards the sands.
Untying his desert tent he began the process of setting it up to ward off the scorching sun during midday. Once this was completed he dragged the carcass of the dead bug into the tent to help prevent it from cooking in the sun and spoiling. It was a fresh kill from earlier in the day so he had a little while to get it to market but he didn't want to take any chances leaving it out in the sun. No telling what kind of scavengers would try to swoop in and try to steal his kill. Once this was completed he took out his skin and took a couple more sips before he retired inside and lay down to get some rest. Rest is a relative term because one did not want to fall into a deep sleep while alone, it was a good way to get yourself killed, so he lay with his back against the floor of the tent and closed his eyes but didn't allow himself to drift off completely. He kept his ears attuned to his environment, relying on the external stimuli to alert him should anyone or anything approach his little campsite. -d-