While most campsites spent the night telling stories around the campfire, Cecil's group scattered to their various tents after dinner, the campfire left to slowly die outside the closed tents.
It was still too early to sleep so most of them just laid around listlessly in their tents, nothing to do.
When the campsite got quieter, a few already hitting the sack, Hunt quietly snuck out and lightly tapped on Terrell's tent.
Terrell unzipped his tent and made space for Hunt to come in. "What's the matter?"
"What do you say we play a little prank?" He whispered deviously.
Terrell was skeptical. "What prank?"
"Hear me out first, the campfire is still burning, how about we place a little bit of tinder by the cocky bastard's tent? It's a little windy, who's to say the flint wasn't blown to his tent by the wind?" He explained hurriedly, dark eyes gleaming even in the dim light of the tent.