One would think.

Garris searches the nearby area for a temporary camp, not willing to sleep near a rotting corpse, which he knew posed a threat of attracting a predator, or worse a locust. He hiked through the mountainside, through loose rocks and sleeping herds of mountain goats until Garris found himself in front of a cave. He took a rock from the ground and threw it in to perhaps reveal anyone or anything lurking inside, he got nothing. Garris breathed a sigh of relief and centered in, ready to take a well deserved break. He sat down, his back against a rock and put on his leather hunting cap, he was ready to nap.