Cold drops of sweat trickled from his forehead down to his chest when they couldn't find Gala in the nearby part of the forest and spring. Urulg's loud voice calling Gala's name reverberated across the pined trees.
'Where does Gala possibly go? No, she can't be. It's impossible for her to venture out on her own. Even if she did receive another vision while she meditated, it was out of her character to do things on her own without telling me.'
"Urulg, did you think Gala was taken by the other orcs?" He faced Urulg behind him.
The orc blinked several times. "Urulg doesn't know, but Urulg was sure that it wasn't Urulg's family who had taken my lady." He answered as a matter-of-fact.
He gave Urulg a suspicious look. Why did he seem so eager to dismiss his kind's possible involvement in Gala's appearance? "Why so?" He asked the orc, nonetheless.
"It's impossible for Urulg to not notice their presence. I can't smell their familiar scents."