"WHAAA!"
Florig and Natus swung around and looked towards the noise, the Argonian ran over a small dune and tumbled down the hill. Florig walked over to Maud and helped him up, only to notice the creature he was running from...A large pack of Nix-Hound.
"Bwa! Stupid creatures." Natus and Florig ran to the Nix-Hounds and quickly dispatched them, taking their meat for food. The group continued onward, around the Red Mountain and finally into the Grazelands, East of the many Telvanni coastal towns.
"Alright, it's getting dark, I suggest we get some rest." Natus said.
"Indeed, we'll set up camp under that large rock, south of here." Replied Florig, pointing towards a very noticable rock structure, right underneath a buried Deadric structure.
An hour later the camp was ready, and the Nix Hound meat was heating over the open fire, casting gloomy shadows across the rock walls. Florig sat seasoning the food when Natus came in from a walk.
"A storm is coming." He siad, sitting down and taking a piece of the meat, chewing on it hungrily.
"Are you not eating?" Florig said to Maud, who was talking to the forks, not listening to his companions the slightest bit. "Suit your self..." The group finished eating and began a well earned rest.