Murkfang was weak, covered in dirt. He couldn't understand how he got here, but he could also feel himself reaching his limits.

He was hungry, and there was nowhere for him to turn.

"Is this how I'm going to die?" Murkfang was scared of death as he stood on its doorstep, praying it wouldn't open its door.

"I cannot believe the High General agreed to meet up with an orc," Murkfang overheard a guard saying.

He was hidden among tall grasses so they couldn't see him.

But Murkfang could overhear everything they were talking about.

"An orc is here?" Murkfang thought to himself.

He wondered who it could be, but this made him hopeful.

He needed any hope he could find, and this was what he was going to stake his life on.

"She had quite some knockers. It is a pity they are beasts," another human blurted out.

"Female orc? Could it be…!" Murkfang thought to himself, wondering if it was Maui, Naruz, or Naz.

The gender of the orc gave him even more hope.

He began to use his nose, taking a deep inhale, but when he did, he must have made noise because a sudden silence fell over the area.

"Did you hear that?" a guard said, but Murkfang knew to lie still. He didn't have the energy to run anyway.

"Hear what?" the other man asked before the guard who had spoken first threw something into the spot where Murkfang hid, hitting him right in the head.

If it was a rodent, it would take off, and anything else wasn't worth worrying about.

"It must have been the wind…" the guard muttered under his breath, but luckily for Murkfang, what he had thrown was a piece of meat.

Murkfang's stomach rumbled, and this time it definitely made a louder noise.

"Did you he-!?" The guard started to ask again, but the other man cut him off, looking for where the sound came from.

"I did this time," the man replied as they moved closer to the tall grass.

Murkfang knew it would be best to stay still because there was no way he could outrun them in his current state.

The human stepped on his hand, but Murkfang couldn't let out a sound, or his life might end right there.

They began to stab the ground randomly, hoping to hit whatever they heard, but they missed.

"Maybe it ran away?" The guard was ready to give up.

"Or maybe it was your stomach," the other countered. Murkfang was right between them.

He closed his eyes, hoping his sense of smell had weakened a lot from his tiredness.

But he caught a whiff of something familiar. The scent had to be Byung.

He noticed the guards also hurry away in that moment, showing someone or something was coming.

But there was a single scent that unmistakably belonged to Byung. He looked past the tall grass and saw him on Maui's shoulder alongside a human.

They weren't prisoners and were welcomed. Byung was speaking, and he could even hear faint laughter.

"Byung… You're crazy! You actually came," Murkfang couldn't believe his eyes and had no idea when tears began to drip down his cheeks.

-

Borg wasn't in the shadows doing nothing. Borg knew things were moving along nicely and instantly saw this as a chance to carry out his will.

Kraghul was young but shared history with Kragg, so there was a strong chance he would listen to Kragg more.

Borg was with Shava. This orc supported him as much as she could because she knew things weren't always black and white.

She took his side no matter how questionable his actions were, since she understood she owed him her loyalty if this was going to be a true union.

Kragg was an impressive man and her first choice when it came to picking mates, but he liked women a little too much.

He was unable to stay with just one woman, and this made it hard for her to build any real relationship with him unless it was only about sex.

Shava was asleep on his bed, and Borg watched the other orcs from his window.

He noticed they were getting ready for something but had no idea what it was.

Borg couldn't ask either because he was already on bad terms with Kragg, which was why he wasn't part of whatever Kragg was planning.

He looked over his shoulder to make sure Shava was asleep before stepping out through the back door.

Shava's eyes opened slightly the moment she heard the door shut behind him.

They held a sad look because she knew whatever Borg was doing was not in the best interest of the orcs.

And if it came down to it, she would have to choose between him or her race.

-

Borg had gone to the back entrance, a place blocked by a steep cliff with a small river, but he held something in his hand.

It was a piece of paper placed in a vase that was sealed at the top to keep water from ruining what was inside.

He looked over his shoulder again and again, proof that this act was one he shouldn't be doing.

Borg had spent the night writing something on that paper, but who was he writing it to?

This was the big question, and what was on that paper?

Borg dropped the vase made of concrete into the water and watched the current carry it away.

"What are you doing?" A familiar voice questioned him, making Borg roll his eyes in annoyance.

"Shava darling, I thought you were asleep," Borg said right before turning around.

"You have been acting strange. Why is that?" Shava asked him straight out.

"What are you talking about, my love?" Borg knew he could play dumb but hoped Shava wasn't a spy for Kragg.

"What did you drop?" Shava questioned, but Borg sighed the moment she asked this.

"You don't trust me? Fine, come take a look for yourself," Borg said, and Shava knew she couldn't trust this orc in front of her.

"You're giving information out, aren't you?"

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