Leland wasn't exactly a survivalist. He wasn't the sort of guy who lived off the land, made traps, hunted well, anything of the sort. He was good enough to carry rations to get him from place to place, and he was competent enough that he could probably manage to feed himself if he ran out of rations, but he'd rather not have to take the chance.
Luckily for him, he was nearing the border of the Sapphire domain, which meant there would be civilization coming soon. Leland however, wasn't entirely certain how much more travel was necessary before he reached an actual inn. With his pack on his shoulder, Leland moved through the brush, making more sound than strictly necessary. Mostly because he had little experience on keeping quiet enough to hunt or track.
He paused where he was, sure he'd just heard something off to his left. But try as he might, he couldn't see anything. He stopped where he was anyway, waiting to see what - or maybe who - he'd heard.