Felridge's hold...
Opening his eyes, Bhok checked his surroundings. After a good night's rest, he felt refreshed. Sitting a few feet away was Kan, a known orc warrior from the now recovering Shammob clan, who just happened to be standing guard for any approaching danger at the moment.
The frosty morning breeze assaulted Bhok's senses, which made him shiver a bit. Mist was covering most of the Felridge's hold, hiding it from sight, like a shy maiden.
"You're awake, young chief"
Kan greeted Bhok before continuing his watch, It was only a few moments before dawn but the sky was still dark and the sparkling gems of the sky are still twinkling brightly.
Serene, but all that change with thesound of a distinct growl 'creeeeee-creeeee-grrrrrrr'
Bhok's face paled as he looked at Kan, they stared at each other for a second and muttered the same words, at exactly the same time.
"Krags!"