It wasn't all that late, but it was growing so much darker so much faster this time of the year. Oh, how quick it was; too long for the everlasting days of Summer's high, so much faster would the sun begin to set than anywhere else, or any other season still around. Luckily they lay on the sunny end of the eastern Spine, where the mountains did not blott the last light of starry-eve.
And the sun was slowly falling behind the pointy treetops.
It was so busy, some
orcs were still at the tables, chatty,.. so chatty. Mostly the women, some holding their infants that sat there. Likely sisters cousins or simply friends, so much to explain and tell before they'd part again. Others were meandering around or still eating scraps, while the children of age were absolutely anxious, while those older were fighting each other with sticks and mulling around in the snow.
Did anybody notice the abundance of snoworcs perhaps?
One of the still standing orcs, an elderly snow-wolf noticed the lost Hath:
»Hmm? Shouldn't you be with your family?«
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Mabess was well in view this time, she seemed a bit beaten up, mentally at least, holding herself a bit at the backside while the rest of the chiefs were sound and conversing with the other clan members...they seemed a bit more lively at least, except for Dormak, his old joy seemingly sapped out of his being.
The two would have glanced at each other rather frequently. Any exchange was very brief and short.