Your husband Groth, a seasoned hunter with 3 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," Groth 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.