Ka'ra leaned against the cracked stone pillar, scratching her head with a deep frown. Around her, a cluster of orcs growled and grumbled, their voices rising like a low storm.
"We don't have enough humans!" an orc bellowed, slamming his heavy fist onto the ground, sending up a puff of dust. "Ukar killed the last batch fo human women we had! And most of the males... they don't even let us peacefully breed them unlike women! They struggle and try to fight back and as a result they end up killing themselves."
The others roared in frustration, and Ka'ra let out a long sigh.
"I know," she said, her voice cutting through the noise. "I know. I've been thinking about it. Me and a few others have been scouting the forest edges lately."
Okaru, a brutish orc with a jagged scar across his forehead, leaned forward. "And?"
Ka'ra shrugged. "Humans... they've stopped building little villages near the forest. They know it's dangerous now. They're getting smart and careful."
