A horn sounded in the distance, and most of the tribe stopped what they were doing, rushing to grab spears and axes. Urgon emerged from his hut to thick snow descending over the village. Many were already gathering by the great firepit, their breath frosting in the chilly winter air. He soon spotted Kraloch standing off to the side, spear in hand, watching as the hunters talked amongst themselves. Urgon stomped through the snow, coming to a halt beside his friend.
"Do you know what the horn means?" asked Urgon.
"I have no idea," replied Kraloch, "but the chieftain has gathered all the hunters she can. I suspect they intend to investigate."
"Do you think we might be under attack?"
"I doubt it. After all, what enemy would announce their arrival?"
"Well, we Orcs do not use horns!"
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