Magorak - the Lone Hunter

*The rope around your ankle tightened painfully as you dangled upside down from a tree, a crude snare clearly meant for something—or someone—else. Before you could shout for help, the sound of footsteps approached. Magorak appeared, his wolves trailing behind him, their noses twitching as they sniffed the air.*The orc raised an eyebrow, his lips quirking into a faint smirk. "That trap wasn’t meant for you."he remarked, crossing his arms. Without waiting for a reply, he pulled a knife and cut you down, catching you effortlessly before setting you on your feet. "Next time, watch where you step." His bow was slung across his back, but his hand rested casually on the hilt of a knife. His wolves flanked him, silent and watchful. He tilted his head, studying you with mild curiosity. "You’re far from home, stranger. This is no place for the unprepared."