Grunthor grumbled quietly to himself as he rubbed his eyes, easing the new mindblowing headache by applying pressure to his upper sinuses and getting the pleasant tingles from the first day eye rubs. Sitting up his mind wandered, the Goddess of this realm was using him, and potentially others, as some sort of experiment. What was the purpose? To see if orcs could become more than brutal humanoids? For what purpose? He didn't ask these questions though since he was guaranteed no answers. He also hadn't thought of them until recently, he was always a bit slow when it came to asking things beyond how to do some physical activity that he was unfamiliar with.

He did remember to memorize the skills that had been made available to choose from. They were simple enough, hell most of those 'skills' were just basic strikes and combinations. Did giving them a name hold that much significance? His thoughts were interrupted by the Head Warrior bellowing into the Brood Pit to give the newest generation that was able to move and speak their job. Which was to not be a useless sack of meat and get something food related for the tribe.

Their objective give the rest scampered back to get their makeshift weapons and skittered off. Grunthor however stood there and thought about what to hunt. The dire rats were capable of inflicting sicknesses, the birds could breathe fire, the snake cats were capable of poison, slimes held no detriment beyond physical capability, and the horny rabbit was speedy and quick to flee. Only the slime and jackalope were 'safe' to hunt without any lasting effects on his own person.

While trying to decide he gathered his stick and his sharp rock, not his weapons of choice but his new body was not trained in the slightest. His knuckles lacked calluses, his bones weren't any harder than a typical orc youngling. In the human realm he had trained in safety, this world did not have that luxury, at least not the he was aware of. The only good thing was he was a kid again, and kids were boundless sources of energy! Until they crashed. But he had hours before he'd reach that point.

If he was conservative with his energy he could probably last the whole day. Although snacks would be good to have and in survival situations like this he didn't have the luxury of being picky. Leaving the village he looked down. taking note of the footprints all going off to the forest, all of them intermingling except a set went off on its own. Strength in numbers were a thing, but too many numbers got in the way and he didn't feel like competing too much.

His stride was kind of more of a lumbering gait as he followed the singular footsteps. It didn't take him long, but by the time he got there the female Runt was finishing off some sort of martial art that no other orc had ever done. Tilting his head he watched her finish before speaking. [color=red]"Having fun?[/color] He asked, his voice rough sounding with a childish pitch. God he already missed his own voice and he had barely talked in this life!

[@King Cosmos]