The man mostly covered by mud, leaves and some carefully arranged sticks immediately gets up, having been hiding more from the animals than from human eyes, National Geographic Photographer-Style. Minus the camera and plus one very unusual assistant.

"You alright?" Alex asks, brushing stray foliage off his clothes as he stands. There's a knife at his hip, but no other visible weaponry, and he's not reaching for it. At least, not yet. "Don't mind him, he's harmless unless you get in between him and a squirrel." He points upwards to the circling griffin.