With, not just one but, three delicious deer roasting on the spit, Liga Bur smiles. He'd estimated that the wolf pack was still, probably, a day behind them and they'd already secured their hilltop camp as best they were able.
The cave had been checked and cleared out. They'd even discovered a crawl space to a secondary smaller cave. A perfect place for a few of them to fall back to if necessary. Fortu too had been busy making makeshift spiked palisades. Despite his entirely combat focused upbringing, everyone had been impressed, not just with his tactical idea but with his surprising rope and knot tying skills.
As the talented halfling scout watches the white smoke billow high into the sky above them, carrying with it the delicious scent of cooked venison, he smiles and shrugs. There's no evading the hunting wolves and his party are as prepared as they can be, so why make themselves hard to find?
Better to fight... or die with a full stomach.
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