About six rabbits in, Lammy made note of the Hobgoblins moving across the land, practically making a beeline towards the plume of smoke rising from the beach. [i]"The Campsite!"[/i] He thought in alarm. "KEAARRRRRH! (Regroup! We're heading back to the beach!)" He called out to Sheeva before performing a sharp turn towards the lake. As he neared, he managed to take note of some changes to the site, mostly the oxen-drawn wagon and female with the peculiar sigils floating about her head. He barreled towards the site, shifting mid flight to slide to a stop in the sand. With momentum to account for, Lammy almost slammed face first into said wagon. With the accident narrowly dodged, the druid trotted closer to the group. 

"Alright! Good news, I've secured us dinner!" The numerous dead bunnies dangling from his waist made that obvious. "Bad news, there's a skeevy lookin' group of Hobgoblins moving in this direction, about...uhhh..." He licked his pointer finger, and pointed it heavenward, to gauge for a proper estimate of distance. Not entirely sure how it worked, though. "2 miles...15...to...20 minutes out." He carefully confirmed. 

"...Annnnnnnd there's a fully supplied wagon here. Cool. We should go." He suggested simply. Honestly, he was surprised they hadn't left yet.