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Quotah led today's Survival Scouting Trip, with GuYuk at her side. A mixture of healers, fighters, and casters arrived at the Woodlands entrance. I came as an outsider, content to listen to while she explained what scouting demands, awareness, discipline, and the ability to sense danger before it shows itself. There are three kinds of scouting trips. This one focused on surviving the wild with nothing more than the land offers. Before we set out, one of the attendees slipped away without a sound. No struggle, no sign. Just gone. A reminder of how unforgiving the Woodlands can be. We moved through the rat and snake fields first, discussing fire, food, and shelter, the foundations of staying alive. Fire can be coaxed from flint, steel, or even a pebble if you're desperate enough. A pit ringed with stones keeps the flames from wandering, and once the heat is steady, meat becomes safe to eat. Shelter came next, the lean to, simple but effective if you know how to angle it against wind and rain. Cornfields, wheat patches, anything edible, all of it matters when you're counting on the land instead of a stocked pack. The lesson was clear survival favors those who pay attention. The beach was our next and nearly final ground, where the sea offers water but not mercy. We talked through purification, boiling, distillation, even makeshift solar stills, and how none of it comes easy without tools. Coconuts can keep you going, though too many will turn on you. Lobsters scuttled ahead, and we discussed alarms made from stripped branches laid in a crisscross pattern, simple enough to warn you of anything creeping too close. After the beach, we moved into colder terrain where we encountered black and white bears, discussing their usefulness as both clothing and food, and how snow can be used to smother a fire when needed. Lastly, as the trip ended and we stood surrounded by trees, Quotah asked if we believed we could survive out here. All answered in the affirmative without hesitation. I remained silent. Truthfully, I don't know if I could, not yet... but I know I wouldn't go easily. <B> - Z | |