AT THE CAMPSITE:
Blackeagle starts dishing up and passing around plates, and pours the coffee into camp mugs. "There is some greens in there and roots to thicken it up but the gravy is all fat and blood and it's all about the protein, the rest is just flavor. You need the calories up here, to burn and to keep warm. I can point you at the plants I used, but this is the only pot, so you'd be eating them raw." Once he gets settled and has a bite or two, he looks to Clem, "The last metahuman I've seen is the proprietor of a trading post about 5-6 months ago, and you are the only people I have ever seen in this valley." He takes another bite of stew and sips his drink.
"Like I said before, and no offense meant, but who did you all piss off down in Dandelion Land?"
AT THE RIVER:
The coyote spirit drops on it's butt and yawns, then gives itself a bit of a scratch behind the ear. Once that business is accomplished, he looks to the sky. While searching he speaks "Many shamanic traditions use the form of their particular spirit totem as the basis for their conjuring. While the Spirit of Beast is one of the forms they can summon, it is used primarily for more aggresively based taskings. Tracking and concealment, while common abilities in the spirit world, are primarily left to a Spirit of Man, among other reasons, because of their acute perception and hearing."
The spirit then perked up and gave a bark to the sky behind them, where a spirit figure that resembled the mage in the other part of the group was just clearing the trees.
Looking back at the others, "Are my bonafides verified? Can we go?"