Lyerin walked further into the encampment of the Stonehooves Tribe, feeling the familiar warmth of home settle over him.
The sturdy figures of Pig Orcs of the tribe moved around him with purpose, their lives continuing as they always had, but the arrival of Lyerin drew immediate attention.
He could sense their respect and anticipation.
They knew something was different; they always knew.
Yet, even in their curiosity, they remained focused, trusting him to bring clarity in time.
As Lyerin approached the central gathering space, the quiet atmosphere was suddenly interrupted by a flurry of familiar voices.
"Lyerin!"
Corora's voice, sharp and filled with relief, was the first to break through.
One by one, they all appeared—Corora, Cornelia, Maria, Elena, Sophia, Lydia, Fiona, Emily, and Natalie—moving toward him with a mixture of concern and confusion etched on their faces.