Kall’s stomach was starting to demand ever more firmly that it be fed, and whilst he had taken some dried venison with him he decided to save that for when he really needed it. Instead he would go hunting. Unlike the human monarchs who banned hunting for all but themselves and their closest noble friends, the Orc king was far less strict on the subject. As long as they ate all the safely edible parts of what they hunted and didn’t hunt excessively to the point that they killed too much of the wildlife, even non-noble Orcs could hunt. With a look up at the two moons in the sky, Kall unslung his crossbow and went looking for an elk. The meat from that could fill his belly and then be dried, giving him enough food for weeks. Sneaking through the trees, he saw an elk, aimed carefully and fired, watching it as it let out a cry of pain and fell to the ground.<br/><br/>As he came to drag it off, he saw to his surprise a good looking Orcish woman in fine silken clothing, yellow eyed, black haired, but his first thoughts were not of her beauty but with the annoying fact that she was trying to steal his supper.<br/><br/>“Oi!!! That’s my supper. Go and hunt your own deer, I just shot this one for myself.” Whilst he didn’t want a fight he was ready to fight for his food if he had to.