Peiter laughed and gave a prideful grin. "Tired, me? We haven't run a fraction of the distance that Lorag had us running in training. Pretty sure I'll be going a lot longer than you." He teased. Although, the pace at which they were moving was not particularly draining, so they had the chance to take in their surroundings. Due to how thick the forest was, they were now out of sight of the camp, though still not that far away. Likely, they would run in a circular pattern around the camp, just close enough that they could run back quickly if something happened. 

"So...you need a snakeskin. We might be able to find one, actually. I know I've caught the scent of a few of them during our searches. What do you plan on making with it?" Peiter asked between breaths.

Vilana let out a deep breath. "Just being alive is well-enough in my book." She commented. Like Uthri, she sat back in a more relaxed pose and started breathing slowly. Looking at each of her pride, most of them showed some signs of fatigue, so they had likely been walking for a while that day. 

"Everyone's been affected by the hardship, but we're all alive, so at least there's that. We're all werelions, apart from Durloph." Vilana explained, pointing to the Orc. "He's a wereboar. As for everyone else, that's Zihla, Ja'sirahd, Do'raaj and his son M'basi." She explained, pointing to each of them in sequence. We're scouts, as you can probably tell."