The man behind Vedette turned to check the rear, Vedette moved her eyes from the trees and back out into the clearings of snow and pines that she could make out. The smell, she'd missed the smell because of the fire. Now it was everywhere and Vedette couldn't tell what direction. Orcs smelled horrible. They filled your nostrils with all those putrid stenches from their dark holes and dirty caves. If any species that was marginally intelligent was most like animals it was the orc.
"They're everywhere." She whispered into Ulbarich's ear. "Behind us, around us, it's only a matter a time." She didn't sound afraid. In fact, Vedette sounded calm. It was the mark of someone who had fought in her share of unnumbered and overpowered battles but somehow lived to survive. It was neither luck, or chance, but her will to survive. And she would survive this. It she could live through the side of a mountain crushing her body she could live through an assault of Orc and Bandits.
"But they haven't spotted us yet. They don't like humans. They really don't like these uniforms." There had been too many quarrels between the Orc and those men of Faustben. Vedette knew her history, and she'd fought in enough border battles to know this was true. Vedette was holding her bow at the ready and listening. The first sound of movement to their left caused her to release the pent up arrow. It twanged more loudly than she wished, and the resulting snarl followed by the sickening sound of a struggling and dying orc, was not good for them either.
"Lets go back. It's safer if they're descending on those at the fire."