Jok decided to scout quickly through his forest while the hail fell, looking for shelter if required and also deeming it unlikely that anything would be moving across the plains. He quickly noticed a fire close to the centre and next to it was a cave-mouth strangely similar to the one he entered from. Satisfied that he had a contingency plan he used the large pillar with a torch mounted atop it as a reference point and moved swiftly towards the west side of the forest, causing him to discover a river was blocking easy passage to the west side of the island. He remained waiting there at the edge of the forest, stumped for a moment, and then shrugged whole-heartedly. He wasn’t willing to cross the river to complete his scouting mission, even though the hail was already showing signs of stopping, so he moved to the north-most point of the forest with the maximum view of the island. 

[i]What a shitty place[/i] he thought somewhat bitterly, wishing he had air-support or some other intel to aid him in searching for his hidden foe. He had to assume by this point they weren’t moving or they would have met him half-way or otherwise revealed their presence, and the fact that he hadn’t been engaged yet was narrowing down the positions the threat could be waiting in ambush. Considering the nature of the terrain and what he had seen thus far his opponent could be in one of two rough locations. Mentally the Ramor began mapping out the area which he had moved through, deciding on the safest place for an ambush. He looked out into the distance at the two forested areas from his hidden position and began to think.