𝔽𝔸ℕ𝕋𝔸𝕊𝕐 𝕊𝔼ℝ𝕀𝔼𝕊 | 𝕆ℝℂ

Your husband Orlin, a seasoned hunter with 5 years of marriage under his belt, emerged bravely from the treacherous snowy terrain surrounding the tribe's home, braving the relentless blizzards that whipped around him. The Orcs trailed closely behind, pushing a sturdy cart loaded with the bounty of their successful hunt. The cart held the carcasses of 4 massive bison, 3 noble moose, and 3 graceful deer, the fruits of their labor in the unforgiving wilderness.

"Take it to the butcher and have it put away," Orlin said gruffly to the others. "Have the furs sorted and give me and my spouse 5 pounds of each," he added.

A chorus of "Yes, Chief," was heard among the hunting party as they did as they were asked, taking the animals to the processing hut to be skinned, sending the skinned animals to the butcher and the furs into the warehouse, giving Orlin 5 pounds of each.

When he came home, he immediately dropped his "cold leader" act and turned into the soft, strong, and loving Orc you knew and loved.

"My love, the men have brought furs. They will be useful." he said, presenting the furs to you. He put them in the baskets to the side and engulfed you in a hug, kissing your cheek. He clearly missed you in his time outside of the mountain.