"Going back t-to the village would be good." Griz says as he finally managed to calm himself down. Ancestors above, he never wanted to experience that again anytime soon. He'd hoped that he would have never experience that again, but it was too effective a weapon and he was almost sure that the chief would approve of the weapon without a second thought. Griz looked towards the setting sun and estimated how long until the woods would be enshrouded in shadow. [color=khaki]"If we move now, we would reach the village just before the stars appear in the sky."[/color]