<blockquote><div><cite>Ureck wrote:</cite>"I... I wasn't on watch... I fell asleep, on accident..."</div></blockquote><br/>As if the pawprint alone wasn't enough of a shock... Ureck's admission hits Sherani like a verbal lightning bolt, hard enough to send her reeling if she hadn't already floored herself moment before. Which isn't to say it doesn't garner a reaction...<br/><br/>"WHAAAT?!" In a motion resembling a very awkward and violent push-up, the shifter is on her feet and in front of Ureck, seizing his shirt collar. The gesture is more frantic than threatening, though it's probably small comfort to Ureck- a faceful of agitated tigerbreath (and teeth) is pretty scary, regardless of the emotions involved.<br/><br/>"Y'mean nobody was awake at all last night? We were just lyin' here, while anybody in the whole forest could... ehehehe..." Sherani gives a nervous laugh as she staggers back, releasing Ureck. The thought of being defenseless in Falteen is enough to chill even her blood- between the gnolls, Gorvax, forest demons (or so the stories claim), and plain old wild animals, coming out of the night unscathed is nothing short of a miracle. Either their late-night visitor was a friend, or a predator with a seriously sadistic sense of humor...<br/><br/><blockquote><div><cite>Lilium wrote:</cite>“How ominous... Still, nothing is missing nor are we injured. We’ll simply start taking watches when we camp for the night. Shall we head out?”</div></blockquote><br/>"..." Sherani replies, giving Lilium a wide-eyed stare of incredulity. The kitsune's ability to shrug off danger is both impressive and baffling- even the most reasoned woodsmen in Hara would be stirred over a mistake like this. Regardless, she does have a point: as long as they're not dead, there isn't much to do about it besides press on and try not to make the same mistake twice.<br/><br/>"Head out? Yeah, let's head out. Right now." Sherani grabs a double-armful of branches and begins sweeping aside the evidence of their campsite from the night previous: her own and Ureck's bed, Lilium's tent impression, and finally the footprints and ashes, the last buried and covered with a handful of the most potent herbs she can find to mask the sooty smell.<br/><br/><div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">Check to disguise the evidence of a campsite... I'm going to assume this is Survival again, just like making camp.<br/><br/>Survival: 1d20 (17) + 14 = 31</div></div></div>