It had been a boring first week, nothing much Levi did other than find a building that was semi-decent looking and cleaned it up. He used his blades, only one of them, to chop down trees and hunt.
He'd also managed to explore and get fabric and down to make a bed. It wasn't perfect, but it was a home. A home that was soon filled with the noise of awful singing.
Groaning as he moved, Levi got his gear on, having stayed in his straps out of habit. A quick zip and he was close to where the sound was coming from. "What bird is either dying or has explosive diarrhea." Stood up. "Or a combination of both."