You are close to the covenant, so there is no problem getting the grogs, and supplies, and make camp for the night. You have plenty of time to make it comfortable.
Is that what you do? What grogs and how many? And who's first watch?
Ruedi will take first watch.
Thom agrees with the notion of a guard and takes flight to return to recruit a ranger and a shield grog to join them, bringing along enough to camp a night or possibly two at the fallen tree. He then guides the guards back to join the group.
(A half a mile from the goat herd isn't too far. I'm assuming this doesn't take too long to bring two additional guards. This puts us as Sionag, Thom, Cath'rinne (on the wing), Turold, Ruedi, a ranger, and a shield grog. If that seems overkill given our numbers at the circle, Thom would only get the shield grog.)
There is enough of a clearing to make a camp thirty paces from where the tracks end. The afternoon passes without incident, and you can go to rest, leaving Ruedi to keep watch.
Do you keep a fire too?
Ruedi needs to make an Awareness+Perception roll. Maximum success at 15+.
When the camp is settled, Thom makes a Circle Ward Against Faeries (ReVi 10 Formulaic, don't laugh!) and lets everyone known about it and how to navigate it. He sets it so it does its best to protect the group where they make their resting spots and camp.
You should make the roll and calculate penetration.
Ruedi rolled a 9, and will spend a Confidence point to boost to 12.
Thom's Circle Ward: Casting Total 9 + 9 (simple die) + 2 Penetration Score = 20 - Spell Level = 10 Penetration.
Ruedi faintly hear something move under the big trunk, but he does not see anything at first. It could be a badger, or something larger.
Half a minute later, a figure appears. You cannot make out their features in the darkness. They are slender and work upright, a head or two taller than Ruedi. Walking almost up to the ward, he shouts, «hello, friend. May I sit with you? I brought wine!»
Ruedi can see that he carries a big bottle in each hand, at least a quarter gallon each.
Ruedi greets the stranger "Greetings, let me wake my friends up, and we can all sit together and enjoy some wine."
If the figure doesn't object, he will go wake Thom first.
You both see the stranger bouncing at Thom's ward, cursing under his breath.
«Hey! What is this?» he asks. The cheerful enthusiasm in his voice does not quite hide his annoyance.
Thom stirs, blinking as he stands within the ward, brushing sleep from his eyes with a smile.
"Ah, generous stranger bearing wine at midnight—either we've been very lucky, or very foolish."
He steps lightly toward the edge of the circle, eyes narrowing just slightly (Second Sight Roll: 20, Exploded).
"Apologies for the ... barrier. Just a precaution, you understand. Not everyone in these woods means well."
He gestures toward the circle’s edge.
"You’ve got a voice for parties and the timing of riddles. Might I have your name? Or your nature?"
Then, with a playful grin:
"Wine tastes better when shared with truth, after all."
«A barrier!? Such a clever idea. They call me Rootswayne. What do we call you, my new friend-behind-a-barrier?»
Did you keep a fire burning? It is mostly overcast, with little light to make out any details, be it by first or second sight.
A vulture, perched a safe distance away in the trees, observes the scene as Turold stirs as noise and Ruedi wakes them up. "Who? What?" mumbles Turold.
«I brought wine,» responds the stranger.
Ruedi goes around waking everyoone up, and briefly explain the situation to them, to at least bring them a bit up to speed.
"Do you have a name, stranger?"
«Rootswayne!» replies he. «Come out and have a drink, I'll pop the bottle,» he says, waving one of the bottles over his head.
"Wine ? Bottle ?"
Sionag is half awake when she heard about that.
"Let me time to wake up, friend, we will see what you are."
Sionag gets up and steps out the circle.
"So, I'm very interesting by all products that I don't know. Let me see, what's in your bottle."
She gives him her goblet with a smile, a finger casually in.
«Mylady,» says the stranger with a courteous bow, before he uncorks the the bottle and pours something which could be white wine or apple cider¹. Up close, Sionagh can see his long horse-like ears sticking out from under his cap, and how his legs bend the wrong way at his knees, making his upper body stoop ever so slightly forward.
¹ I read somewhere that medieval language does not consistently distinguish between cider and wine, so I am going to leave that ambiguous.