Durotar & Orgrim

Beside him, he heard Orgrim doing likewise, and then the other orc youth rolled over on his back and began to laugh.
Durotan joined in.

The birds and small animals that inhabited the Terokkar forest were silent as two orcs uttered sounds of mirth that, Durotan thought as his lips curled past his still-forming tusks, probably sounded more than a little like the fierce war cries that presaged a hunt.

"Ha,"
grunted Orgrim, sitting up and punching Durotan in a playful manner.
"It is little effort to beat a stripling like you, Durotan."

"You have so much muscle your brain is starved,"
Durotan retorted.
"Skill is as important as power. But the Blackrock clan wouldn't know about such things."

There was no malice in their banter.
Their clans had been troubled first by the friendship between the two youths, but Durotan's stubborn argument - that just because something had never been done before did not mean it could not be done - amused and impressed the leaders of both clans.

It helped that both the Frostwolves and the Blackrocks were both traditionally even-tempered orc clans.

Had Durotan proposed such a friendship with a Warsong clan member or a Bonechewer, for example, known for their intense clan pride and distrust of others, the little flame of friendship would have died quickly.
So the elders watched and waited for the novelty to fade, and for each youth to return to his rightful place and keep the familiar order that had been established for. . .as long as anyone could recall.

They were disappointed.

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