After making sure that they are no longer being pursued by their enemies, the Verakhs took one last detour before heading towards their camp. Their exhausted faces speak of all the trouble that they went through. Running around while under the scorching heat and out in the open was not their style. They prefer to trek within the shadows unseen while taking out their targets but the previous encounter was nothing short of suicide for them as they aren't geared up for massive engagements unless they are with the rest of the horde to deal against their enemies.
"Finally!"
Bakrah heaved a sigh of relief as he slumped down against a rock in their camp as he closed his eyes to take some much-needed rest. His entire body was aching especially his thighs after everything that they went through. They are used to traveling great distances but not out in the open and being chased by enemies.