The hooded man was leaving. Kodor took note of this.
The hooded man glared at a woman, like an angry dog, threatened the young woman. Kodor took careful note of this.
The hooded man abandoned them. They were not Darmariq's tribe, Kodor decided.

Others began wandering out, not running, but to prepare for the battle and hunt. Kodor followed. The woman in black and the shepherd-peasant began piling meats a ways away, which quickly caused the gears to move in the barbarians head. He understood immediately what they were doing.
Kodor approached the pair, and wiped his hands off on his loincloth before he grabbed their attention with a hand on either's shoulder.
"You pile bait. This is smart." he smiled.
"Kodor will ambush. This is also good." he lowered his hands and picked his axe back up, clutching it below the head. Stepping up to a nearby tree, he climbed up with surprising speed, yanking himself onto a middle branch. Here, the leaves would offer ample coverage and camouflage, while being easy to see out of. Truly, it was a good sniping spot.
"Meat smells good! Animals come soon!" he shouted back down.