[color=khaki]"I hope and pray that isn't the case."[/color] Griz said with a grimace. The tribe was facing winter and a war with the Bluefeet tribe. Adding a conflict with the orcs would likely spell the end of them. Maybe he'll scout a little further tomorrow? Just to make sure the owlbear didn't wander from orc territory. Or at the very least find the place where the Bluefeet goblins are camping before the raid begins. He'd ask the Chief to spare some of the hunters so they can keep a low profile and make a quick escape if needed. 

But that was the future Griz's problem.

Taking a sip from the bitter drink, he nods to Vox's comment. The only good thing he could think of that came from the bog was likely the materials their shaman sometimes used in rituals. But other than that? He wished the bog was outside their borders and in another's. Like the orc's for example.