Finding the right spot

The Crow moved overhead in the thick canopy, his rhythmic caws echoing around them. Clemm trudged on with a purpose. He drifted off the main path, if it were really a path at all. The ground had been getting rockier for the last hour or so.
It was beginning to get a little darker either the time of day or the thickness of the Forest. The Old Man quickened his step and headed north where the slope of the land increased and the rocky outcroppings became more prominent. Near a heavy clump of fir trees there was a huge outcropping of large boulders.
" This is the best spot I can think of nearby." Clemm blurted out.