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Surrounded, outnumbered, but not without hope. 

That was the situation that Guthug had found himself in, so close to finding the elk herd only to have it snatched away before his eyes by these bestial people and he felt as if he were running out of time as his people needed the herd. However, by now, the doe had startled the rest of the herd, but he knew that if he got away now then he could find the herd by tracking where the female had run since they always run back to the herd. Though his focus remained upon the bear people that now stood around him, massive and clearly after the same target, he could not help but remember the words that had been passed down through the shamans regarding the bears. 

The mighty bear, tall and imposing, the fourth tamed by Akrosh yet the third to be chosen, a most powerful threat that could run down an orc with little effort and with little in the way of natural threats. Their kind were solitary yet not immediately aggressive, often times merely defending what would be their territory while scavenging for berries or meat to store for inside them for the winter. Yes, Guthug knew the bear very well, knowing how they would react to a perceived threat and knowing that should one recognize their strength and not challenge them, then they would not kill. It was this fact that Guthug had little choice to count on as these bearmen pointed their arrows at him, ready to pierce his body if he made one wrong move. Yet, reasoning with them may just prove to be just as hard as Guthug knew not if they could even speak the language of the orcs. There merely was no easy way out of the situation.

After a moment of thinking and tense silence, his eyes flicked between the four bearmen as his grip tightened is spear before a thought had wormed its way into his mind. Keeping his body close to the ground, Guthug loosened his grip and took his off-hand away from the spear, slowly lifting it to his side as he looked towards the one that he had first encountered. The orc faced his palm towards the creature before bringing his hand back to himself, his palm flattening itself against his chest.

"Guthug," he said, slowly enough for the bearmen to know what he was saying and what he meant. He continued with hand motions doing a slow slash through the air while shaking his head, "No," his voice went. He then motioned to his spear, "Hunt". He pointed to the bearman, "You"

His eyes flicked between the bearmen around him, making sure they were not about to loose their arrmors and turn his form into that of the porcupine, or rather some vegetable resembling one. 

His hand motioned to the spear, "Hunt". Guthug thought to himself for a moment before employing a simpler means of hand motion as he pointed to where the elk had been, "Elk." The orc then raised his free hand into the air before finishing his statement, "for Akrosh." Hopefully, he had been able to get his point across, however, he knew that it was only up to Akrosh to what these beastmen did next. 

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The clan was at least fairing better than Guthug was, living their lives to the best of their ability in this new land as many merely awaited for their leader's return while the hunters hunted and the shamans sought refuge within themselves. However, as time past and without instruction, the people began to grow lazy as they waited and waited for their chieftan to return from the rite, much to the dismay of the shamans who knew that the land was harsh and they knew not if it would strike sooner or later. The shamans spoke to one another on the matter of what to.

"Togruk, the people grow lazy while waiting. We must do something," the oldest said.

"I know, but that matter is what they must do, there is too much to do and we know not of what the land will do to or whether our hunters will come home empty handed one day," Togruk responded, stroking his beard before he threw some herbs onto the fire allowing them to release their smoke into the air before quickly being charred beyond recognition. The shaman took a pinch of dirt and sprinkled it into a small bowl, mixing it with small bones and grass. "Hrrmph, the ancestors are quite," he commented before placing the bowl to his side.

Uruk sat in the back of their shoddily constructed hut, his hand drawing within the dirt as he responded with laughter, "Good, the dead are not supposed to speak. We all know that."

"But we need guidance, fool!" Togruk snapped, chucking the bowl at Uruk who allowed it to sail into his chest only to explode into more laughter. 

"Enough you two," the oldest chastised before turning to another shaman, "Have you any ideas, Durbag?"

"Perhaps," Durbag started, putting his hand above the fire and allowing the smoke to move around it before he continued, "If we cannot go and tame animals until the Rite is completed by Guthug, then we must at least seek protection from those wolves for they grow closer and closer every night as they adjust to our presence. There is plenty of stone for us to build some earth works to keep the more bold of them at bay." 

Togruk snorted at the idea, "We share our land with these beasts, we shall not construct something to keep them out."

"But feral animals will do us harm, remember the hare that took a chunk out of your foot when you strode too close?" Durbag responded, taking his hand away from the fire and stood before his peers. "We must protect our own, even if it means to keep even the mighty wolf out."

The oldest raised himself to his feet, looking between those who had not spoken and to those who had. "We must protect our own, we must thrive in this harsh land or else we die. This place is not like the serene forests we had come from, the animals are harsh and so too must we. These are not the wildlife that we have seen for generations, these wolves know not the orc and so we must be ready to drive them away should they attack, or if anything else were to attack. And eventually, we will encounter them. Until Guthug returns, we cannot do anything about it other than shore our defenses."

The oldest looked to Durbag, "Go to the people and instruct them to make earthworks around the camp with no more than five entrances to watch."

Durbag nodded before stepped out of the hut.

The shamans must continue to seek guidance from the ancestors, even if now they were silent.

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[b]C) Improve Infrastructure[/b] - The camp shall begin work on a simple earth work to keep the wolves, or any other bold beast, out of their camp with five entrances into the camp. The reasoning is to be sure that no feral animals do harm unto them and so they must not do harm unto them.
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