"How's it? Has he awakened?" Bosson asked, his brows slightly furrowed as he gazed at the Orc in the corner of the cave.
Norwe, chewing on a piece of dried meat, replied with some disdain, "Some unknown beast, what does it matter? If you ask me, Bosson, we should just let him fend for himself here in this cave. We still need to find the Tumang Tribe. We can't waste time on a creature we don't recognize."
Although the Orcs around didn't speak up, their eyes reflected the same thought. They had braved the biting wind and heavy snow to complete the task assigned by the Clan Leader, in order to return to the tribe and fetch food for their mates and offspring.
No one was willing to sacrifice their time for a stranger.
"Then let's wait here until the snow lessens a bit, and as for this beast, let's just..." Bosson didn't get to finish his sentence before a feeble grunt echoed from the corner.
