Fumo woke up in his den, which was just big enough for himself to fit in. Snorting, he quickly stared at the entryway and paused, seeing if he could hear any noises. Only the sounds of birds, water, and the wind gently rusting the leaves. Slowly, he crawled out of the den, and quickly felt the sounds of leaves crunching under his feet. Stretching, he flapped his wings a couple of times which sent leaves and dirt flying, then he started on towards the small stream that was nearby, slipping underneath tree branches. He crouched down, waiting for any fish to possibly come by. It hardly would feed him, but it was better than nothing.