Kraloch gazed eastward, staring off at the distant hills. He sensed someone approaching and turned to see Latuhl.
“Any sight of him?” asked the old Orc.
“Not yet. I hope nothing went wrong.”
“You worry too much. Today is the day of his return. I doubt anything could keep him away.”
Kraloch noted the half-smile. “You know about Zhura.”
“I do,” said Latuhl.
“But you have not spoken to the elders.”
“No. What happens between two Orcs is not the concern of others.”
“But she is a ghostwalker.”
“She is, but is she not also an Orc?”
“Of course,” said Kraloch.
“Which, then, takes priority?”
“You ask me questions for which I have no answer.”
The master of wolves smiled. “It is the advantage of age. A lesson I hope you and your comrade will learn long before you reach my advanced age. Al
