08:28 PM

Humbert runs back and forth across the camp, giving advice and shouting orders to make sure nothing is forgotten in packing up the camp. He nods approvingly as a tent disappears in seconds, folded away into packs perfectly. He nods and has a quick word with one of the hares who nods and runs off, returning soon after with two of the scouting hares, ready to run off and scout the path ahead. He turns, looking for the major to check the orders are alright, a habit he's fallen into recently after the embarassments of the start of the patrol. He walks past Darklett and makes a disapproving noise, "Come on man, y'need to be more organised than that! Get a move on" he orders, shaking his head and moving on towards the other end of the camp in a hunt for the major.

Buckthorn looks up with a quirkiest brow. The words of Humbert had snatched his attention, only to notice the hunched form of Dark around his spilt pack. Shooting a quick glare at Humbert's back, the large hare plucks some of his own rations, moving over to put them into Darks pack. "Don' worry ah'bout that 'ard nose." Buck whispers, smiling. The one- loped-eared hare cleans up the food stuff that isn't fit for consumption. "Ole Humbert got ah bigger stick up 'is arse than I do, an' thats sayin' some'ting, eh?"

Darklett grits his teeth together as the Lieutenant reprimands him, then leaves before he can even get out a "Yes sah." With a sigh, he makes as if to bundle up the pack of rations, his ears folding a bit as Buckthorn places some of his own food in his pack. "Thanks, Buck." He looks up to the seagulls above. "I was gonna leave some of this sandy stuff as a free lunch for those birds." He stands up, shouldering the pack after closing it up tight. "Hah!" He laughs at Buck's remark. "Believe me, I noticed... What else needs to be done 'round here?"

Neville looks stern as his rummages through his pack, making sure everything's there. He holds up a bottle and sloshes the contents around a bit, he frowns at the diminishing volume and proceeds to check a few other bottles. He finishes, ties up the top of the pack and fixes the buckles. "Gonna hafta stock up soon or the patrol will go dry" he shudders slightly, "And we can't be having that!" he adds with a bleak grimace. He stands and hefts the pack onto his back, moving to the side when he sees Humbert to give him a wide berth. The lieutenant hadn't actually accused him of spiking his drink, but the dark glares he had received ever since made it pretty evident he knew what had happened. Neville plods over to where Dark and Buck are finishing up, "Ay' up lads, you guys ready for a walk then? T'major said the village ain't far, I can stock up when we get there" he adds with a grin.

Buckthorn looks up again "The gulls? Huh, sad excuse f'birds, Ah'm ah'fraid." He says with a shake of his head and drops the food again. "Still, better them eating this mess than messin' wid us." He admits and stands up, shouldering his own pack. He gives Nev a nod of the head. "Halyard, y'mean? Been there once... good ale." He says and then coughs. "But no where /near/ as good as yers, Nev." He shifts his eyes away and coughs again. "Here that Buck? Yeh can stock up on food ah'gain, too."

Jarril takes another look at the map and shakes his head slightly, but folds it back up again.  Taking a look around, he gives his head a nod now and again as he carefully fixes the eye patch on his eye.  "Alright, I want ya all in rank and ready ta move out, ya hear?!"  Calling out as he shoulders his own pack with ease, before walking off to where he will start the next march.

Skipai slowly pads back from the sea, having washed the pot, whistling some merry sea faring tune that's ringing in his head.  Giving a cheerful nod to Humbert, the otter pads past before slowly placing the pot into his pack himself.  "Ah, nothing like clean sea air t' fill y' lungs, eh mateys.  Hmmm, I could get some more stuff from that village.  Wonder if there be other otters there."

Darklett nods. "Yeah. Never had a run-in with gulls myself, but I've heard things. It's exactly what I was thinking, though." He grins at Nev. "That's a welcome word if I ever heard one." His ears perk up as he hears Jarril give the order. "Well, here goes." He stamps his feet on the beach, trying to warm them up a little before the march, and goes to line up in the march.

Buckthorn falls into his usual place at the back of the line, his eyes lowered. He was the only healer on the patrol, and wasn't sure if Rahier needed any supplies or not. Still, he would check the stores around the village to see if there were any good stocks. His feet sunk a little ways into the sand. Well, at least he was shedding a few of his winter pounds with all this marching. The buck hummed to himself, striking up a little tune for himself for marching. He glanced at Dark, smiling at the young buck's antics.