Lazash
The enemies were vanquished!
Loot:
- Elwet Horn (Akeno)
- Lightly Bloodied Elwet (Lazash)
- Damaged Elwet (Grunthor)
- Mostly Intact Elwet (Akeno)
As the Runts lay there, some still on top of their prey and all catching their breath, the forest around them was quiet...at least for the moment.
The near silence of the forest, save for the breathing of herself and the others around her, was certainly something she felt grateful for in the aftermath of it all. A familiar sensation that felt somewhat nostalgic somehow just as it felt satisfying at the same time. Naturally it would still take some readjustment to all of this in the longer term, but for the short term it felt good to get something with her own two hands again to start things off. The lack of books or other such materials though? Ah, that could all be remedied in due time and course.
Using burnt charcoal to write on the rock of the mountain, or sticks to scratch things into the dirt and ground when she was alone, that sort of thing would be used to jot things down in the meantime. Things none of the other orcs would perhaps see any value in, outside of a certain moron back home who might just want to mess things up for giggles. Hmm. Also another problem that could be dealt with in due time.
"You two stay here and watch our kill. Stoke a fire. Rub some spit and dirt into your wounds."
With a quiet nod to the female runt who spoke to her, Lazash finally deigned to let go of the dead Elwet in her arms and stretch a little. It made her glad that she'd continued to cling to the Elwet until its death throes were finished, however, avoiding further talon slashes but still getting buffeted by the wings in her case. Not a fun time. Not fun to get wounds either. But you had to risk something to get something when it came to surviving or learning some more practical things, and that much hadn't been lost on her even in this new life thus far.
The young female orc would then look over to the, admittedly much worse off looking, Grunthor before pulling her bloodied stone out of the dead Elwet's body and walking over to him.
So the two of them were staying to stoke the fire and such, eh? No problem, depending on his disposition for things. Either way she had agreed with the aged-sounding female runt's general ideas so far, all save for the dirt and spit part of it all at the very least. It made her own time of surviving a bit better to start, and she had managed to get the information she needed to hunt sleeping nighttime creatures eventually anyway...though the Head Warrior's words did bring some reasonable concern to mind with his reaction to it all. Hmm.
"If you can see well enough, could you help me gather wood and kindling? I can try to help treat those wounds of yours and mine a little bit, but not painlessly, if we can get this fire going at least."
The poor Grunthor looked like someone had started to trepan his head in a few places, but didn't finish the job in the end and walked off. Thank goodness for that, however, because she had some idea of what to do to try to help him. The operative word being 'try' and based on his willingness and so forth. Plus getting the food started cooking would be good as well, and she could maybe get to the butchering to start it before the others got back.
Eventually they could get some meat and such roasting on sticks over the fire and all, beyond whatever they could maybe eat raw. Eh. One thing at a time for now.
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