Grunthor just watched Akeno as she clearly tried to think of something to say. He hadn't thought her weird, since he hadn't paid her any attention in the Brood Pit. Her actions were normal in his mind so he didn't concentrate on that subconsciously. The normal Orc Runts and the adults were the main focus since their mannerisms were so different. Loud, guttural, violent, and prone to anger. While he waited to see if she'd speak he glanced at a Jackaloupe out of the corner of his eye, without a ranged weapon beyond hurling a rock they would never get one. Or a snare trap, but he didn't know how to make one he just knew they existed.
 
More younglings came out of the woods-line, a pair of female orcs. How could anyone tell at this age? Even now they had more feminine facial features. Why did he know that? He was always reading faces and taking note of certain aspects, like old injuries that could be hammered into. Still they chattered amongst themselves, the whole gaggle of greenskins were all human before. [color=red][i]What good is an experiment with just one test subject, right?[/i][/color] He questioned the Goddess, doubting she would answer.

There was talk ot hunting and keeping what they got without returning. That was a terrible idea! Sure no one would come looking, but there were going to be far more than poison snake cats, fire chickens, horny rabbits, giant rodents, and mobile jello in this world. A caw from chickens erupted from the forest and soon a plan was made without his input, or confirmation that he would even work with them. [color=red]"Some prep would have been nice since these bodies are so weak..."[/color] He muttered before following along.

Akeno barged through the bushes and came face to feather with four of the fireball spitting fowls. One was surprised and lunged back, one gave a warning cry, one made to escape, and one spat out a fireball. Zippy flames but nothing he could do about that. Lazash bolted in from the left soon after Akeno got the Elwet's attention. So he circled around from the right. A moment and Lazash was going for the one spitting fire, which would draw attention away from his position....probably. Digging his lil toes into the dirt he launched himself out of the brush.

Those stringy legs pumped with the speed of a kid on a sugar high as he went to tackle the Elwet that had given the original warning cry. Assuming he got the drop on it and brought it to the ground his Sharp Rock would be smashed down to the birds horned head and feathered neck to cause as much vital damage as possible.

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