the Gnarley Forest, mid-day
Following Garynn’s lead, the party moves off to get into a good position… away from the camp and behind a hill for extra cover, where some of the Orc patrols swing through. Watching for just the right one, the party waits about four hours, there is one patrol of about ten Orcs and wolfhounds that passes by which is to large to confidently get the whole group without raising an alarm, and another group of only four Orcs but ten of the wolfhounds! Finally, another group passes this way, talking and cursing each other loudly… four Orcs and a wolfhound… about the smallest unit they have seen out here so far. Garynn moves most of the group up to the trail about 20 to 30 feet off and concealed them in the brush. The Orcs are moving up and will be passing by the concealed group in less then a minute (assume that they are 90 feet away moving about 15ft a round, not that fast) and the wind it just right so that the dog should not smell anyone until it gets within 30 feet or at the point where they will be closes to the party.