Rogg led the whole tribe out, running ahead of all of them to show them the way. Their eyes and noses were sharp, but the winds were still snowy enough that it was hard for them to see much. Thus, they followed Rogg.
Thus, Rogg would deliver them to true service.
Rogg ran and ran, faster than everyone else even though just an hour before he had felt weak and hungry, because now that he knew his body acted in service to the lord, there was no need to hold back. If he died in service, he died with his purpose fulfilled.
Some distance away from the Snowmound, Rogg stopped, and so did his brethren. Gobb shoved Rogg backwards with his burly arm and grunted.
"So, where the bear?" said Gobb as he poised his huge Everfrost blade in front of him. His tusks jutted from the gap of his horned helm, a trinket he had taken from an adventurer some a year ago.