The lizardman champion moved ahead of the group. Though it was night, thanks to their enhanced vision when its dark, they were easily able to discern the path they needed to take. Akro moved with that amphibious confidence that made darkness feel like home rather than threat; his head tilted in small corrections, nostrils flaring as he tasted wind and soil for direction.
The three other lizardmen kept loose spacing behind him, careful not to bunch up the way prey did, slipping through the grass with minimal sound. With the addition of it being open planes, it wasn't too difficult for the orcs to follow them.
Ludwig and Gale's heavier steps would have been noisy in a forest, but in the wide emptiness of the plains it didn't matter, the wind swallowed most of it, and the night itself hid silhouettes well enough so long as they didn't crest ridgelines too cleanly.
