Perched on the thick, moss-covered limb of an ancient tree, Yenissa squinted through the forest canopy. Below, amidst the undergrowth and shadowed patches of sunlight, four orcs moved with heavy, deliberate steps. Two males led, towering nearly seven feet tall, their muscular forms hunched forward as if weighed down by their own bulk.
The two females followed behind, towering and powerful, yet their figures bore a raw, primal allure — muscular yet curvaceous, with smooth, green-toned skin and sharp, predatory eyes that gleamed beneath their heavy brows. Their tusks curved elegantly from fierce yet shapely jaws, lending them a beauty that was wild, untamed, and dangerously captivating very different from their male counterpart.
"They're hunting," Yenissa murmured, her voice calm but sharp.
