"Not particularly," he agrees with a soft fond smile.

The forest around them is already wide awake, full of birds and chittering squirrels calling warnings to each other as the predators pass. The path, if it can be called that, is faint and twisty, following the bends of the forest floor. It's one of the many game trails that run through the place and Ryan uses them to help hide his own passage.

"It's not quite as warm as the jungle," he says after a moment of looking around.