It was a lovely day for Gerwen, the sun was shining, the birds were chirping, everything seemed wonder.
The Death Eagles were heading home after an annoying event the day prior.
Most of the men were in deep sleep in a nearby camp hidden from view, given the luxury of sleeping in a bit later as they were waiting for somebody, while the men on duty stood ever vigilant but were relaxed and even talking amongst themselves about the events from yesterday.
Gerwen had woken up early, he wanted to get up early to wash himself at a nearby river, clear his head a bit with cold water. It's not often he did that, but after yesterday he could use a good soak in the cool water.
He brought his kit with him, bow and everything, but he had them placed against a nearby tree. He had taken off his hat and a good deal of his upper clothing and had it more or less in a pile to the side.
He was splashing himself with water, on his face, on his chest, it felt good to have the cold water on the bear skin. It was nice to have a moment to himself, he loved his men, but sometimes you had to have some time aloooong...