Deillia looked puzzled. "Oh I thought this was it." She had woven clothing more to fit the tribe but it was not as covering as the cloak had been. She followed you to the spot you had picked out and climbed the sheer wall began making a corner cave out of webbing. "This will do nicely thank you." She began to stick rocks and dirt to it in a few moments it was almost completely camouflaged. 

You left her to see your new pack. There were three of them. Two males and a female. The were tearing apart a moose. They were primal more so then you were. The shaman told you it was due to the increased speed of their upbringing. "You will have a little trouble. They are a viscous lot at the request of the chief." He laughed and walked away.