With a single thread Deillia collapsed the entire tent into a pile of webbing and dirt. The rest of the day was skirting around the swamp. You were now firmly in the Gnoll hunting area. The sight of the coast and the the small mountains to the north told you where you were. But that would have to wait as a large group emerged from the forest. A pack of lizard folk from the deep swamp. They outnumbered you two to one. But they were out of their element. Armed with spears and nets. They had blue stripes of paint on their bodies. It showed their new alligence to the Blue flame tribe. 

They held there position at the edge of the forest. They were aggressive but they did not advance. It seemed that they too were on the hunt and didn't want to lower there numbers in a fight to the death, for now.