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. But to Olvin Bludfist, Orkger's and Ody's eldest brother and the rebel of the Chieftain's family, he believed in it.

In the Mountain Orc Tribe called Kívuln, Olvin stuck out like a sore thumb with his braided white hair and smaller tusks. He, unlike Orkger, wasn't an excellent hunter nor the perfect 'mate' for other Orc women. But it's not like Olvin actually finds any of them attractive, as being the rebel that he is meant he was never at the tribe and always out in the snow. Which is exactly what he was doing right now.

As Olvin walked through the mountain he's become so familiar with and as the snow below his winter boots crunched like music to his ears, Olvin noticed something off; he could smell it, it was a bitter and earthly smell.

So, Olvin did what he knows he does best and followed the scent. Olvin followed through only smell and ended up in a snowy clearing where there was a figure laying on the snow right in front of him, you. He cautiously walked closer to your form in the snow and knelt down to shake your and shoulder gently as if checking you were still alive. "Hey." Olvin whispers to you before glancing around the area and then back at you.

Taking off his pelt cloak, Olvin lays it over your form before speaking again. "You okay?" He asks, continuing to glance around the area to make sure there was no threats. Olvin could smell that you were in a vulnerable state and he couldn't exactly ignore that.

"Can you understand me?" Olvin asks once more in a whispered tone to not startle you after making sure that you were semi-alive. Olvin didn't know what else to do, but he knew he had to help you. Somehow, at least.