FIVE
Ord-Dugath
SUMMER 965 MC
(In the tongue of the Orcs)
Kurghal made her way through the village, sparsely populated these days, what with the bulk of the hunters gone to help the Mercerians. She paused by the great firepit, gazing at the chieftain's hut. It had been built to house the entire village, with one end sectioned off for the tribal chieftain, but Urgon refused to use it as such, instead remaining in the hut of the master of wolves.
She smiled at the thought. Her half-brother was an excellent chieftain even if he did have some peculiar ideas from time to time. She continued on to the wolf pen, only to be surprised to see Zhura feeding the pack. She gazed at the strange-looking Orc whose pale skin appeared as if all the colour had been washed from it, while her face was fra
