"We can't wait any longer. We must go out hunting, or some of the tribe members will die."
The old Shaman's voice was heavy. Many of the elderly Orcs in the tribe had already started refusing food, wanting the scarce supplies to be saved for the younger Orcs.
Hasa's mouth was bitter: "This year, there's more snow than last year. The surrounding desert is buried under snow as high as an Orc. Once we go out, we can't even find directions. We have no way to hunt in this situation."
The old Shaman sighed, then rubbed his rugged hand across his face: "We'll have to find Shaman Ji Nuan."
Hasa was stunned: "Find Shaman Ji Nuan? But their food is barely enough to sustain themselves. There's still a month left before the cold season ends."
