Griffin shifted where he lay, eyes open and brows twitching. He mumbled under his breath in response to Eli, turning onto his other side. But he was more than already awake. With a low grunt, he scooted out from under the log, dragging his rifle and bag with him. "Didn't want to wake you." With a low huff, he draped the gun and bag over his shoulder. Once up on his feet, Griff stretched his arms high up over his head with a keen groan.
"It's too damn chilly out, and everything's wet and gross." With the first complaints of the day, he waited for Eli to gather his things. And while he waited, he also took the opportunity to wipe as much grass, mud, and other such unwelcome things off his person. "Gross, nasty, disgusting... I don't know how people tolerate this stuff, let alone enjoy it." His face pulled into a mighty and childish grimace. "It's all just so gross."