Kevin chuckled when Zara suggested that her using him as a chew toy might be a possibility at some point. He wasn't sure how he felt about that, but he supposed they would find out when it happened. The rest of their trip was thankfully uneventful, but that didn't stop him from worrying. The last thing they needed was something to go wrong. Lucky for them, things seemed to be working out. The way they walked into the dip he'd been hoping to hide out in was rocky, so there was little in the way of a trail. The ground got soft again at the bottom, though, and they were surrounded on all sides by scrub and boulders. The bottom of the sinkhole was low enough that the rest of the ground around them was about eye level now, and that, combined with the brush everywhere comforted the werehyena to the point where he felt they'd be safe enough for the night.

Then his companion asked if she should hang up a tarp. He leaned his head back and took a deep breath through his nose, held it for a second, and let it out slowly through his mouth. "It's not going to rain." he assured her. "But if you really want to, we can hang it right here." he gestured to a rock face jutting out of the ground, it was close enough to the very bottom of the hole that if they hung the tarp up, they shouldn't have any trouble tucking it underneath them as well. Assuming Zara was even okay with cuddling. He figured he would let the vampire do her thing, and set to prepping his own sleeping arrangements. If they were going to share, he wasn't convinced her sleep system would fit the both of them. "You want me to rub your feet again?" he offered quietly as he worked. Brownie points were always good, and he really didn't want his companion giving out on him, so if that's what it took to keep her going, he didn't see anything wrong with it...