Karra had arrived alongside a party of a dozen other orcs. It appeared that they had just returned from hunting animals in the surrounding forest. A few of them were hauling freshly killed boars and rabbits on their broad shoulders, others were carrying weapons, while dried blood stained all of their clothing.
He hadn't realized that there had been so many of them residing here. Tristan counted under his breath, and was pleasantly surprised to find that all eight rugrats accompanied the party. He wasn't sure if he was just misremembering, but it seemed like they were already at least a head taller than when he saw them last. It was astonishing to see them grow so rapidly within the span of one month.
These eight orc younglings possessed the physicality of average 13 year old kids, but were able to carry on their backs, heavy hunting trophies.
"Welcome back, Chief!" They all greeted in unison, smiles plastered all over their faces.
