Shirley
Regular people often had the day as their ally. The daytime brought warmth and comfort, it brought light and vision, it brought safety and security. It allowed them to go about their business without a care in the world because it was hardly possible that they could dream of being ambushed in the middle of the day when they were alert and ready. The day was their friend and it helped them. But then one might ask what that made the night, then?

The night was their enemy.

The night provided cover to the monsters that were out to get them. All those grumkins, shadow monsters, and baleful bastards of the night. It sucked the warmth from the air and gave them the cold, it took away their vision and their security. The daytime was the time of the prey... But the night belonged to the predator.

Mohg hid in the bushes, biding his time. He waited for a moment where they would expose themselves in a way that he could exploit. Or if they would go to sleep and make it easy for him to take his vengeance. He observed, and he prepared. Whatever happened that night, his quarry would perish. One way or another.
Beth
As Kogan and Gora wrestled and shouted at one another over a matter so simple, the other two orcs seemed to be much more worried about the meat slow-cooking over their fire. It was likely still a bit raw, but neither seemed to care as they began to cut into it. Taking large and carnivorous bites, Kogan soon noticed while being held in a chokehold and shouted out angrily. "You whoresons! Don't you eat it all or I'll have a leg from the each of you!" Shoving an elbow harshly into Gora's abdomen, the orc woman bent over and coughed, the air clearly having been knocked out of her.

"Damn you, Kogan, you always fight like a wounded dog. Unfair, like the coward you are." Gora spit out a clump of blood from her mouth before wiping her jaw, her large teeth that stuck out from her lips yellow and almost rotted-looking. Kogan let out a loud laugh as he rolled his shoulder, his injuries much less apparent than Gora's. "And you fight like the bitch you are, Gora. Shut your mouth." Turning his attention to the other two men, Kogan let out a growl like huff before tearing a piece from one of their hands and shoving it into his mouth.

"Hagob, Durbal, you two go patrol before we sleep. You both seem to have had your fill already." The leadership was clear, and with a groan from each the mentioned orcs stood and grabbed their weapons before stomping off towards the edge of the clearing. They weren't directly headed toward Mohg's position, but close to it. Based on the direction they were traveling, they'd pass within fifteen feet from him.
Shirley
The patient hunter watched and waited. His chest began to well up with rage as he saw them fight. They had the gall to fight over something so meaningless. When they slaughtered his entire tribe, they didn't seem this disorganized, but watching them from here, it felt almost as if Anthron himself had turned on his tribe and gave them the power to do so. But despite his rage, he had to wait. He watched as they fought. Dirty and underhanded, as he expected. He wouldn't have any qualms with killing that one.

*But perhaps not all of them need to die.* He thought. 

He shrugged the thought off for now. He hadn't even defeated them yet. A cruel grin came to his mouth as he heard the next few words. *Go on patrol? Well, they won't be returning, now will they?* He thought. From the little that he had watched of them, two of them appeared to be greedy, one of them a violent and underhanded fighter. The woman, Gora, however, she seemed like one that he could possibly take on. Perhaps.

He waited for them to pass ahead of him. He stalked behind them, biding his time, waiting for a moment where they appeared to be distracted. Even a momentary distraction would be worth the wait. He pulled his greatsword from it's sheathe as he followed. If it wasn't for the soft, gentle purr of the shadowcat by his side, he would have forgotten the purple tigress that stood with him. Perhaps they didn't need to wait so long. Just long enough that they were out of earshot of the camp.