"I really didn't expect it; hunting live prey is so difficult. No wonder the Clan Leader and Nigel hesitated."
"Why talk so much? We said we would hunt well; there's no way we're going back on our word."
"Exactly, my little female is most worried about the bugs getting sick. If this medicine powder works, she'll be much happier in the future."
The orcs carried their prey and walked through the forest, chatting enthusiastically.
"Shaman, we've hunted quite a few prey. Should we send them to the Watson Tribe?" Nigel panted as he ran in from outside the cave.
The old Shaman frowned at his words and looked at him, "What's the matter? Didn't we say to send them in a few days?"
Nigel scratched his head awkwardly, "Several of the prey I caught have already died. If we had sent them to the Watson Tribe earlier, we could have exchanged them for several packs of medicine powder."
"How did they die? Did you injure them when you caught them?"
