That morning and afternoon was probably the travelers' best sleep in a while. Perhaps it was because they didn't wake up to dire wolf cubs in their faces.
Occasionally one would wake up and then simply roll over and find sleep once more. Since the others were unmoving, they decided to be as well.
It also helped that the thick evergreen trees around casted shadows that made it so the sun wasn't directly over them. The clearing they slept in was small and secluded.
They naturally rose over time starting with Sir Gunnar who was satisfied to simply walk along the edge of the forest and see if anything had changed in the night. It wasn't until an eagle overhead let out a ferocious cry that the others started stirring and were fast to their feet out of paranoia that things were going to much the same to the previous time they woke up.
