fettering the more difficult-to-handle beasts.
After days of brutal training and little food, the
worgs had been beaten into submission. In their
exhaustion, they allowed the orcs to mount them
bareback. The beasts snarled and snapped weakly, but
were lashed for their trouble, chunks of bloody fur ripped
from their hide. Too weak to fight back, they let their
masters ride them to quick exhaustion.
Shortly thereafter the beasts were moved to a
separate cave, where their diet would be increased as they
responded better to training. He had moved to where
further training was taking place and watched as those
from his own brood were taught to handle the vicious,
semi-intelligent beasts whose dispositions matched well
that of their orc riders.
When the last of the worgs had been penned for
the day, Wank waited for the cave to be vacated before
also getting up to leave.
A few low growls from the pens, however, had
caught his attention. The orc warriors hollered
incoherently from an adjacent cavern and dismissed the
disturbance. But soon the growls grew to loud snarls and
then yipping and all out barking and howling. This pack of
beasts had been fed, had regained some of their strength.
Several orc warriors returned in haste then, their
shouts drowned out by the activity in the pen. When they
finally opened the gate, a mad and bloodied worg, fur
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