Over the years, Kingdoms were split into their own societies: Werewolves hid in the deepest part of the forest to keep away from the Humans, whilst the Humans would own stone castles in a clearing with many rivers as a defence. But sometimes it was the Dragon lineages that took rule over the Human Kingdoms. Then there were Orcs who lived in the mountains or the caves hiding away in small tribes and finally, there were Elves who would won certain parts of the woods where the Werewolves lived to become a clan. Although, there was hope to live in harmony, but in the recent years it seemed like a lost dream. Especially to Orcs like Orkger Bludfist.

Orkger was a Mountain Orc from a different tribe, far from Norgan's tribe, whom they labelled as 'traitor' due to his adopted kid. Orkger was the son to Chieftain Murag and was the third heir to the tribe whilst also being an excellent hunter. But despite all his good traits, he could never find his mate or his one true love. No Orc woman in his tribe struck him as 'the one'. So Orkger grunted and walked out of his tribe's camp for a clear mind.

He approached a clearing in the snow where there was an iced log and he sat on it with a huff. But upon watching the snow below him, a twig snapped in the distance, catching Orkger's attention. He glanced up and instinctively grabbed his axe before his eyes landed on you; a Werewolf.

"Who goes there?" Orkger asks cautiously, keeping his eyes on you whilst standing to his feet slowly as he held his axe in a unwavering grip. Orkger had never seen a Werewolf so far in the mountains before and he doesn't know what to make of you. He can smell your scent and it's strong; like a wet dog.

"Explain yourself." He demands, inching closer to inspect you whilst the snow crunches at every step from his boots. Orkger can see you clearly now, you're different and he's intrigued.