Daniel
The orc was too busy fighting the two scouts to stop the fugitive, yet he expected that kind of behaviour. His axe bit deep into the side of one of the two horses, making the terrorized beast crumble to the ground while spreading its entrails on the rocky road. The horseman jumped back on his feet, fast enough to avoid another deadly swing; his fellow scout was on the ground, holding his now shorter arm with an expression of terror, pain and surprise. The remaining horse was too scared to even move.

The orc smirked at the last man standing, getting into a rather primal stance. The soldier held onto his spear firmly, taking a few paces backwards "What the hell are you?" He asked as his whole body was shaking and his heart was banging against his ribcage like an hellish drum. 
His question did not receive an answer... Just like a lion with his prey, Stern moved at an incredible speed, using the momentum to swing his heavy blade in a single, deadly blow. 
The scout fell on his knees, then his body fell on the ground with a soft thud, followed by another thud as the head of the man landed a few paces away.

Stern's gaze reached the mutilated guard who was slowly bleeding out. He reached the man and stomped on his skull, to quickly end the man's suffering.
He began searching the bodies, finding some coins, enough supplies for a couple of days and of course the spears and swords of the two. He struggled to convince the other horse to calm down, but after emitting a loud growl, the animal gave up. 
After putting all the new supplies on the horse, the orc returned to the wilderness. He set up a camp and left the horse there before beginnign to follow Nobody's smell. He needed his guide.

After an hour spent searching the area, Stern growled in frustration and returned to his camp. He had lost his only way to reach the capital and he was back to the start. He searched Nobody's bag for more supplies before finding a compass and a map of the continent. Useful. He began to light a fire.

As the flames danced in his eyes, the orc relaxed, looking at the horse and the things he managed to take from the scouts, he could have sold them in exchange for a guide... The idea of a possible plan b made the hunter get rid of the stress the recent events had brought him. He decided to inspect the supplies he had looted, surprised that two scouts on horseback did not have whetstones among their gear. He shrugged and used his own to sharpen the stolen weapons, a way to let time pass before continuing his march through the woods.
Dawn
⋯⋯ Mariam sat among a set of stumps, the trees themselves having been felled years ago. The amount of cut trees was strange, being in strange sections all along the forest floor. They seemed strategic in a way, having made the dense forest of the area maneuverable if the traveler was careful with where they stepped. The area was a small clearing every two or three miles. She could already tell it was going to be a long trip though it didn't bother her- four days at most really.

⋯⋯ Looking up at the sky that peaked through, the sparse grey clouds only further slowed the woman on her journey. It looked like it might snow tonight, and it bothered her in a sense. She was already an hour or two behind schedule simply because she wanted to keep her horse warm with a fire at each of the clearings but this was ridiculous. She bundled up as she held a blanket around herself for a moment, shivering. She didn't want to know how her horse was feeling at the moment. Though, she would use the slight warmth of the sunlight to her advantage even for the moment.

⋯⋯ Trudging along, the star that hung overhead came and went while on her way, the horse tailing along with ease. She felt relieved that her steed was being cooperative. Though her horse likely was the best out of all of them- at least when it comes to her. He could hold a large load, has a thicker coat of hair than his predecessors, as well as the demeanor it holds leads it to be very patient no matter the harsh conditions Mariam light put it through. She was relieved that no one had picked him before she could, the horse himself being about three years old at this point.

⋯⋯ ***"Let's get as far as we can, aye?"*** She whispered lightly as she continued to lead the horse by it's reigns. Her fingertips moved to lightly caress the horses muzzle, planting a brief kiss onto the nose before turning her attention to the goal at hand. She went to curl up the blanket tightly around her neck while letting the base swing around her feet. It seemed she was already cloaked but the blanket itself was a secondary safety measure- while also concealing the fact she had a weapon on her hip.
Daniel
Stern folded his muscular arms on his chest as he chuckled to himself. In front of him there was a skillfully made and sturdy shelter built with young trees and branches. It was a simple lean top shelter, sustained by attaching a roof of sticks and branches to two tree trunks. The sides were walled off by a series of logs held together by rope and sticks. To finish everything a bed made out of logs and branches that was definitely better than sleeping on the cold ground. 
The orc also had the time to create a shelter for his horse next to the fire, hoping that the animal could endure the approaching clouds and their consequent snow. He stretched his back and trew another piece of wood in the campfire before searching his bag, pulling a small and rather old pot of iron out of it. He filled it with snow and some dry lichens and put it the fire. His memories of warm erbal tea in cold nights like that were more than enough to make the hunter smile.
Dawn
⋯⋯ Mariam's feet began to crunch into the snow rather than sinking. It was about time to finally take a moment and halt their steady pace to bunker down. She had went to take her blanket and fold it in half and laid it over the stallion to help it retain some of it's heat while they worked their way down south. The air grew colder steadily, though luckily it wouldn't be a harsh drop until the sun finally set. Being a few minutes away from the next clearing, she let her hand tug the horse along it's merry way. It wasn't long before her breath let out a short cloud and her horses huffs to mimic her own puff. Her fingertips went to hold the horses head for moment as she looks around for the next stump that head her on her way. Stepping over to it, she heard the crackling of a fire sounding in her ears as she neared the campsite developed by the second generation of Lockwoods.

⋯⋯ She was surprised this particular site was so close to the road, though she wasn't shocked by it. Some roads had been developed alongside the small clearings of land and it was handy to have them if you had a set of horses and no carriage accompanying them. It kept the loud sound of wheels coming along the road but kept you close enough should you need to make a speedy getaway. Timidly, she approached, looking down at the snow that had built up over the winter and let her eyes examine the area through the trees. She wasn't trying to hide her location, rather the opposite. No need in startling someone into not letting her bunker down there. Plus the fire was needed to keep her mare through the night.

⋯⋯ ***"Ah! Seems someone beat me to it."*** A laugh resounded from her as she shifted to the outskirts, not entering the cleared area until allotted the space. ***"I can head to the next one should I need to, though this is the closest one for a few miles."***

⋯⋯ She wasn't too concerned with the appearance of the individual, only really wanting the warmth of the fire before the sun finally fell.