[color=007236][center]Lob[/center][/color]
[center][b][color=007236]Location:[/color][/b] The Road
[b][color=007236]Interacting With:[/color][/b] Two elvish women.[/center]

[color=cf5300]“Lob, stay near us!”[/color] Lob fell in beside her as they spoke some more. "[color=007236]Lob stay. Lob, no go. Lob up, lob down. Lob here, lob stay.[/color]
[color=cf5300]“everyone is so different here… it’s actually nice from the usual folk I see in the forest.”[/color] 
[color=007236]Who you see?[/color]

As the days wandering came to a close, the orcs eyes grew wider as the tight grew dimmer. Loosing as much of the squinty lowbrow as he has had through the day. As they got closer, he could smell her before he saw her as the scent grew stronger rather than keeping the same faded presence.
[color=a187be]"It seems you all are intact. I have found us a camp site for the night,"[/color]

Part of lob wanted to run ahead to the pack alpha and tell her what a good boy he had been, but the other got to her first. So he would hold back for now and wait his turn. 

[color=cf5300]“Oh! I am hungry, But erm… nothing sausage-related for me, please!”[/color]
[color=007236]"Lob trade. Lob food."[/color]
Reaching into the folds of his fabrics, he pulls out a small pouch (best not to ask what it is made from). He hands it to her and aside from smelling a little off, there is a fold sealed with beeswax. Inside is a small comb of honey with fruits and nuts smothered in the golden treat, effectively preserved rations. It is hart do say if lob was this cunning to do this himself or if it was something he acquired in his travels.