Bessie
"If they desire to move against us, we are capable of... Dealing with them in the appropriate manner." The female Orc said, staring down at her map of the hold which landmarks and areas of importance, including those to avoid. A useful tool for her to have as one who was mostly unfamiliar with Skyrim. Truthfully, Morzza did not hold the Forsworn in high regard, viewing them as brigands and marauders who, admittedly, used rather intriguing magic, but were nothing more than that. However, she still did not wish to tempt them to attack them, so the pair kept mostly to thickly brushed areas where they could hide if the need arose.
Andrew
He puts his arm out, stopping Morzza, "Something big is coming our way, be ready." He says, he readies his weapons and moves toward the woods, "Come out come out big guy!" He shouts, "I only wanna talk!" He climbs up a tree to get a vantage point, oddly enough he's really good at climbing, "Never heard anything like this in all my years in Skyrim." He says, "Sounds like... Hooves? But only 2 of em. Weird."
Cameron
*The sound of hooves moved closer towards the road, growing louder as the trees began to shudder. A shape slowly appeared through the woods, some sort of horned giant that revealed itself from around a tree. The act of simply standing next to the tree emphasized Rodric's immense size- nine feet of pure muscle encased in a shaggy-furred body. In lieu of feet, he possessed two enormous cloven hooves, and in place of a man's head was that of a bull, bearing sharp curved horns. From the waist down he wore a crude skirt made of assorted animal pelts, and held firmly in his right hand was an equally crude and sturdy-looking greataxe. It was little more than a sharp stone blade mounted on a thick wooden pole, but it was just as long as Rodric was tall. The minotaur looked up towards Odvan and, with a bewildered look, spoke.*

"I got to say, I'm confused. Since when have you lot started hiding in trees or talking to people?" 

*It was a serious question, for Rodric did not know briarhearts to be marksmen, nor did he know them to be diplomatic, or really talkative at all. The Forsworn were an isolated and violent people, and especially the briarhearts weren't the type to shy away from close combat. And so, once again his curiosity had gotten the better of him, and he wanted to get some answers. If what the strange Orc said was true, and he did indeed wish to talk, then he was ready when they were. If he was lying or planning something, well, at least he had the sense to bring his axe.*