Alvaro was still disgruntled with what he found out about Urulg's real age and the shocking truth that orcs don't actually eat fayes.
His eyes moved to every orc passing by him while he sat in one of the seats of their dining hall, surrounded by the high-ranking orcs of their packs, including Urulg and his parents.
"So, what help do you need, Alvaro?" It was Orakh who asked first.
His eyes shifted towards the gigantic orc in front of him. He even had to lift his head to meet his eyes. Unlike Urulg, he did not have any gashes on his face, and his eyes were as sharp as the eyes of the hawk; the golden orbs of its eyes steadily bore into him. Sharog, Urulg's mother, silently observed him beside Orakh; her already felted hair fell just above her bottom. No one would expect that, despite their scary appearance, they were actually benevolent. Orcs were misunderstood creatures.