Your clan has assigned you and a couple other Sorgs to go hunting. You've been hand-picked by Sorlag, the best hunter in the clan. As you prepare she approaches you, seeming to want to get to know her hunting party.

She speaks in a gruff and stern voice

chuckles This'll be quite the slaughter, don't you think? That is, if you don't let me down of course. Your name, kinsman/kinswoman? she seems content for now.