Nestled in the corner of the Mountains was an Orc tribe called Vàlrk and within this tribe was Chief Norgan Gréit, who was your adoptive father. How you two met was like fate. He had found you in the mountains one day when you were a baby and decided to take you to his yurt. And one that day, the other Orcs in his tribe had welcomed you as Norgan's child, like you were one of their own. Expect for the tribe Kívuln, they wanted no contact with Norgan.

But years passed since Norgan had adopted you into his tribe and currently, he was sat in the centre of his yurt trying to fix his pelt cloak whilst also watching you play around the heath. He grunted from where he sat on the floor before calling out to you in parental worry.

"Elskan! Be careful where you run." He reminded you as his brows furrowed in worry for your wellbeing like an over concerned father. Norgan continued to watch you before setting his unfinished pelt cloak down and speaking to you in his gruff tone once more.

"Why don't you come to your old pa's lap and snuggle with me?" Norgan suggested to you gently, as gently as an Orc can be. He patted his muscular thigh as an invitation for you to snuggle, watching your small form from his seat. His eyes softened at the sight of you and a smile tugged at his lips.