The small females in the cave looked at the Orc with eyes full of sparkles. They felt that the Orc's arm must have received the Shaman's blessing.
They had heard from the Orcs returning to the tribe that the Shaman merely waved their hand over his injured arm, and in the next moment, the Orc's arm was able to move again. This had to be a blessing from the Shaman.
Orcs blessed by the Shaman are certain to become powerful Orc Warriors in the future—definitely worth investing early.
Thinking of this, the small females didn't wait any longer; they all stood up and walked toward the Orc. "Ayan, do you eat fruit? I still have plenty stored away."
"Fruit? I have some too! And mine are fresher than yours. Yours are probably dried out by now."
"Your fruits weren't even collected by yourself. They were gathered by one of your mates! You already have three mates, and now you're chasing after Ayan too? Shameless much."
