<span style="font-weight: bold">Morning</span>: The camp is rapidly breaking down, personal belongings being moved out of the half-wild houseplants, tents being packed away. The few living captive girls are loaded onto wagons - or into the stomachs of the centauresses pulling them. Most of the beastwomen drift away and ones or twos to hunt and gather in the eastern forest, or larger groups more suited to resisting Blackscale aggression to undertake similar activities on the riverbank to the west. It doesn’t seem like anyone very much is yet intending to sweep out onto the southern plains - but then, Aria has given you what might be the only ‘tip’ today. Besides, many of the centauresses most suited to swift girlhunting on open ground will be preoccupied by the camp’s movement today - and who knows where the harpies may choose to fly once they’ve taken wing.<br/><br/>[OOC: Poke, poke]