Night was about to fall, when Teemo decided to set up camp. The day had been clear skies and good weather, but when the sun had started to set, he had noticed the first dark clouds in the distance. The night would be undoubtedly cold and the clouds promised snowfall, two reasons he had started looking for a cave or overhanging rock early. He was prepared for long journeys, but rarely took this route through the mountains, or rather: over them. But snow had come early this year, and the ways he usually used had disappeared under a thick layer of snow and ice.
After a few hours of searching, as the sun had almost vanished from the horizon, he found a cave. Not very big, almost completely round and deep enough, that the snow wouldn’t be a problem. He entered the cave and pulled down his goggles. He saw everything in green - a few rocks on the ground, stalactites, and dark, where the cave went further into the mountain. Looked fine, so far. He went deeper into the cave’s innards to make sure that it ended in a dead end - empty, preferrably.
When he turned around again after finding nothing of interest, he heard a sound coming from the cave`s entrance that made him stop, put up his ears and listen.