Vorath and Urftuk descend down the wall (both finding purchase easy with their newfound forms), moving off into the Myconid Forest.
An hour later, neither has found much that the rest of the group would find appetizing, although the beetle and lizard respectively) in them rather enjoy the 6" long grubs that they have unearthed <Survival roll total 12 for Vorath, 13 for Urftuk...not a great result>. They havem however, managed to find a few edible mushrooms and a small stream (all water skins filled).
As they prepare to move back to the cave (or further, if they wish), Vorath lifts his head in alarm. Something (or several somethings) are moving towards their position. Vorath can't tell what they are but Urftuk leans over,sniffing and says 'Grimlocks...' The orc looks to Vorath for direction, his massive greataxe clenched between scaled hands.
The grimlocks are perhaps 30 yards away in the Forest, hunting and foraging themselves, perhaps.