O-Haril listened carefully as the others asked their last questions before the groups divided. He stood placidly, most of his attention focused on keeping watch on the edge of the jungle- but the set of his head, and an occasional soft snort of breath or twitch of his ears showed that he had reserved at least some attention for the conversation. "We will return once we've found something, whether that be an hour, a day, or a week. With no tools, not even a barrel to carry any fresh water we find, it might be easier to move the camp to whatever resources we find, rather than trying to bring things back here." He paused for a moment and gave a heavy sigh. "That assumes, of course, that whoever brought us here does not plan to interfere with our searching. We may find that we cannot return here easily- or no one may be her for us to return to." His voice is very deep, his intonation slow- and this short speech is probably as many words at once as he had uttered during the entire time aboard ship. once he finished speaking, he turned and lumbered across the beach to join the group he had been assigned to.