Indeed with the scout of the half-orc and halfling discover a small herd of 7 deer, still very unaware of potential threats with the weather and little wind dampening any scent that would carry. You, as a party, can observe them from the advantageous point with shade from a small collection of trees and bush. 

How do you advance?

Karib will certainly help with the hunting.

Pimster cannot help but stop and admire the magnificent creatures in their natural setting. But, the cycle allows for the hunting of these animals as food and for their pelts and antlers - all useful items and not wasted. He will also slowly look around the area for any other hunters - surely a herd this large would attract others...

The halfling's suspicion is not unfounded, but his usually perceptive eye doesn't pick up any recent traces of hunters here.

The Greenfields region is vast and relatively untouched by any large civilisation compared to lands further north , and is quite bountiful in all sorts of fauna and flora. 

It is quite likely the handful of hunters working for the Cult can be easily lost elsewhere busying picking off other animals for butchering.

When the others are ready, the druid motions for simultaneous shots on different animals, to be quickly followed by a second shot. With luck, they could kill three deer quickly which should grant them access to the cave. It also let the rest of the small herd survive to breed.

Attack w/ Adv: 11 Damage: 6
2nd Attack (no Adv): 16 Damage: 6

Karib winces and looks at the druid, "One should be enough" he says, and grasps his staff tightly.

The shots are swift and well-aimed; one deer rears up and falls while another stumbles after a stride or two. The rest continue to flee, as expected leaving the party with two sizable adult deers bodies to try and present as hunters.

Tengar

"Oh ho!  Nice shots, Pim!  Nice shots, indeed!" The half orc grins and turns away from everyone, slurping up some of the blood from the still-dripping head.  I wonder if deer have memories? he thinks to himself.  And would I have to eat it's brain to find out?  He turns back and clicks aloud, calling his raven to him.   "Well, step one is a success!" he beams, patting Pim on the back, not realizing Pim might have a big half-orc hand print on his back.  He looks at the others sheepishly while shaking his head.

Pim whispers a blessing and prayer to the spirits of nature, thanking them for providing this bounty and promising the deaths of these animals were not for vain or glory. When he finishes, the halfling stands and says, "Right - you big ones can carry these to the caves. When we get close I'll transform back into my dog disguise."

Tengar 

Animal Handling - 12  

An older male raven caws before landing on Tengar's shoulder and making the same clicking noises back at him; a new guy not seen before. This raven seems keen to stick around... if he gets to peck at the deer's head every now and again! The deer blood has a dense taste that floods the half-orc sense of smell as well, something that is going to linger for a while. As strong as the sensation is, no memories come to Tengar... not even a flicker.

The walk back to the camp is steady. Despite the rain easing to a stop, it's still a bit damp and makes the abandoned encampment seem almost sad if someone had not known who resided here hours ago.

With the party approaching, including Pim-Brutus, you see a clearing had been made and a basic wooden table in the space, and it is covered in innards and blood of various newness (flooding Pim's nose of with all sorts of smells!). Seven kobolds are pottering about, one is wearing an apron and has a meat clever in hand, while there is one Cultist at the cave entrance. They have noticed your approaching, but no alarm of suspicion seems to be raised.

One of the smelly kobolds approaches, its stench not too pleasant. It's voice scratchy and unexpectedly deep for a small creature, "More? Good! Hey... You hunted for us before?"

Any checks anyone wants to do before the approach can be said here and we'll see what we get to possibly reveal more info!

Just beyond the edge of the old camp, Pimster transforms once again into Brutus, the Rottweiler companion to the group. He takes some deep snuffs of the air, trying to sort out the smells of gore, the kobolds' general stench, the other hunters, what is left from the encampment, and any other scents. (Perception: 12)

When the kobold approaches the group and asks if they had hunted for them before, he lets out a deep bark and stands before the group in a protective manner.

Pim's mind races, sifting through the almost dizzying amount of smells, both fresh and a bit stale or dampened by the rain. There is one particularly clean human, female, and next to her something with the slightest hint of acrid burning, and like lightning the answer comes.... Langdedrosa. This scent of burning, with the woman's, trails towards the cave.

But what is more striking is there another similar to Langdedrosa's... difficult to discern as there is a lack of a sweat scent attached. There also a similar odd burning scent, but that of corrosive rot. While it is not pungent enough to be repulsive, the idea and imagery the scent inspires could be. This scent heads in the opposite direction, towards the encampments entrance and off into the Greenfields...

Tengar

Tengar looks at the kobold with a scowl. “Easy Brutus, old boy. You want ‘em er not?  This here some mighty fine venison an’ I’d be happy eat a flank or three, eh?”  Tengar laughs and smiles at the creature conspiratorially.  “Chop off the antlers for me eh?”  And slaps down the dripping head. 

persuasion - 8. 

Pim-Brutus will bark again after Tengar speaks and take a few steps towards the cave, looking back to see if the others follow. The woman and half-dragon were the closer threat - but the other scent warranted further investigation. He was pretty sure that he could pick up that corrosive odor again...

With a snarl and brief stare, the deep-voiced kobold turns to the others and they shuffle over to heave over the deer away from you all as it mumbles, "the meat ain't for you..."

The kobold with the cleaver is about to get to work before command in Draconic is barked to take the antlers off the head Tengar has provided. 

It's ungraceful work, but the hacks are delivered and the antlers with bloody stumps are chucked at Tengar's feet. 

The visceral carnage produced by the hunt sent an uneasy feeling down Burra's spine - particularly when the kobolds seemed to enjoy tearing apart some fowl while making unnerving eye contact with the aarakocra. Burra clearly needs to fight the urge to upend his lunch on the trail beneath. 

Despite his disgust towards the hunt (and, in particular, the gruesome tendencies of the Half-Orc), Burra continues to maintain a watch for anything or any creature worth notice.

(Are we able to carry the meat into the caves?)

((You can try to! From what Burra saw, kobolds were carrying the meat. No hunters have been seen around the cave.))