As the cold wind blows by Rannos turns to it and shuts his eyes. He takes in a deep breath of the frigid air as if he was trying to pick anything out from it. Then he pulls the cowl of his cloak up and turns back to the fire for a moment before going back to scanning the woodline. With the bison smoking over the fire Rannos turns to Tarrin and says. "Well it looks like we might be here for a few days to let Strydor heal up and let this meat smoke. I think we might want to fortify this place a little. Perhaps some logs pilled up for cover or what not. What do you say?" He shifts in his leather armor and goes back to scanning the land listening to Tarrin.
He who strikes first often strikes last.