Daniel
They were almost out of the swamp when the orc froze in place. A scent... Horse. "Follow me." The orc carefully walked out of the mud and crouched behind some black berry bushes. He emitted a soft growl as he heard the sound of hooves on the dirt. Two horses, judging by the rhythm of the thuds. They were coming exactly in their direction. Stern's grip on his axe tightened as he gazed upon Nobody. "Can you fight?" He wispered. He was trying to make a plan: he wasn't sure if the two horses were carrying armed soldiers or not, neither he knew how well hidden he was. All that was left was to wait and let time help the orc to find an answer to each of those questions...
Dustin
Simon heard the horses, too, and hesitated before he followed the beast. Sure, he didn't want to get on the beast's bad side any more than he already was, but if these horses held guards, or otherwise well-armed individuals... But the thought left as soon as it entered. Armed or not, it would take more than two horses worth of fighters to take down this beast. Simon used the end of his stick to leap across the mud into the blackberry bushes, crouching at the beast's side. Simon was pretty tall, but still, he felt like a child next to the beast, especially crouched as they were. He held his staff in short form, ready to strike (just in case). 

"Oh, no," He hissed in response, "I'm just a whining child, remember? No good for anything. *Of course I can fight*."
Daniel
Stern stopped the man before he could stop whining by himself by covering Nobody's mouth with his huge, green hand. He pulled his scarf on his face and made sure his hood was covering his head well. 
About twenty meters away from the two, a patrol of two scouts on horseback were making their way through the forest. They were carrying the insigna of the nearest feud on their shields, a detail that the orc purposely skipped. They were lightly armored and armed with cavalry spears and swords. Both scouts were talking to each other, luckilly for the orc, about the voluptuous phisique of the innkeeper's daughter. Stern began processing the new intel he gathered in the few seconds that the horsemen used to cover half of the distance remaining from the bush. They were distracted, well equipped soldiers. Sneaking wouldn't have been a smart choice, but neither was charging them. The hunter decided to prepare himself for an ambush.
Dustin
Wrinkling his nose, Simon sacrificed half his hold on his staff to attempt to pry the beast's hand off his face—not only was it entirely undignified, he couldn't see anymore around the enormous hand. He could hear, though. Two men's voices, talking about some young lady. Simon couldn't help but roll his eyes. Men who rode horses together were so predictable. So much for calling for aid—Simon had a feeling these men couldn't help him fight a rabbit with both ears tied behind its head. 

If they stayed quiet, there was no reason for the men to notice them. But lots of things happened for no reason. Simon gave up on freeing his face and held on to his staff again, just in case.