He tried sleeping in the early morning hours of the rising day, but the strange sounds and noises that seeped into the consciousness of his light sleep. It was hard for Dakota to tune them out, and after a few moments of tossing and turning to try and find a better sleeping position, he finally tossed away the gray hoodie he had been using as a makeshift blanket. It wasn't much, but it did help keep the cooler air of the night at bay. He wasn't sure how many might have made a return to the plane to scavenge for supplies, but that was something Dakota was considering on doing later that day.
Slipping away from the perimeter of the makeshift camp, Dakota made use of the moment to relieve himself in privacy. Again those odd calls caught his attention, the sounds that reminded him of geese calling to each other. With a spark of curiosity then, Dakota decided to try and investigate. Detouring from heading back toward the camp, his feet soon found direction as they started toward the creek, where he found not the origins of the geese-like sounds, but rather a human-like figure spied through a sparse opening of foliage as he treaded through the greenery.
"Morning." He called out in a softly toned, slightly husky voice so as not to abruptly startle the young woman who seemed to have found a way to make productive use of her time. At least that is what it looked like from his personal perspective.