Urim scouted out an old abandoned house. It was rotted out, in the middle of nowhere. But it would have to do, Plum needed to rest. They had been walking for weeks now, and a storm was moving in and Plum was exhausted.

Once Urim was satisfied it was safe he went back for Plum who was hiding amongst the trees. He gently held her by her forearm, guiding her to the empty house. He covered her head making sure she didn't hit it on the way in.

He unpacked their animal skins and made her a bed. She was freezing, he made a fire to keep her warm then boarded-up any holes in the rotted-out house as best he could.

"We should be safe here," Urim said. "It's still light out, I'm going to hunt. You need to eat." He said rubbing her stomach.

"Be careful," Plum said.

"I will," he replied as he headed out.

Urim stepped outside and took a deep breath, this was not what he wanted for Plum.

     The air was cold and brisk, Urim could smell the storm. He was cold but he couldn't worry about that now, he needed to hunt. 

 He ignored the cold and tracked his prey. He saw a wapiti in the area. That would provide them with more than enough food to wait out the storm. Hopefully, it wouldn't last long and the shack would hold up. 

Plum was exhausted and three months pregnant, she needed food and rest. It gave Urim comfort that a storm was rolling in, it would allow Plum to rest. The thought of her having to go through all this only fueled his hunger for revenge, Plum deserved better. But for now, he would settle for just bring her something to eat.

     Urim caught the scent of a wapiti close by he followed the scent until he came across fresh tracks. He followed the track that led him to a male wapiti that was injured and limping, it was an easy kill. Just what he needed.

He chased after his prey easy catching up to it and snapping its neck. It was a clean easy kill.

Urim threw his kill over his shoulder, tonight Plum's belly would be full.

     There was a quiet stillness in the air as the snow began to fall. Urim just wanted to get back to Plum even though he knew she would be safe, he felt and uneasiness about leaving her alone for so long, and his concerns were not in vain.

     Urim quietly sat his kill down he was unarmed and didn't expect to run into any orcs this far from Dimmore. But it would seem that Gor'lok already amassed a few allies. Which didn't surprise Urim one bit, there were plenty of orcs that didn't accept Urim's rise to Chieftain. 

So it was no surprise that Chieftain Agronsk's son Gneth was the first to ally himself with Gor'lok. 

"If you wish to live, I would advise you to turn around and pretend like you never saw me," Urim said.

He would do anything to protect Plum.

     When Urim returned, Plum was fast asleep. He was quiet as he crept in. He didn't want to wake her and he wanted to clean himself up. Plum had already been through enough he didn't want to worry her any further. If she knew that Gor'lok's orcs follow them this far, there is no way she would sleep as peaceful as she is right now.

    The smell of cooked meat filled the room.

"Smells good," Plum said.

"You're awake," Urim smiled. "I hope you're hungry."

"Starving," Plum said setting up.

Urim handed her a piece of meat and watched her finish it off then handed her another piece. Even though there was plenty he made sure Plum ate her fill before filling his own belly.

    They would have to wait out the storm and leave as soon as it cleared up. Agronsk would send out a search party soon and when he discovered that his son was dead it would start a war.

Urim contemplated telling Plum that he has just killed three orcs including Chieftain Agronsk son, but it would only cause undue stress that she didn't need right now.

When Plum had fallen asleep again, Urim quietly stepped outside to check the perimeter of the house. Once he was sure it was safe he returned to the house for the night. He didn't sleep well, waking up every few hours checking the perimeter or just staying up keeping watch. 

     The next morning when Urim tried to wake Plum for breakfast he noticed she was sweating. Though it was comfortable in the house, it wasn't hot enough for her to be sweating the way she was.

"Plum your on fire," Urim said feeling her forehead then cheeks, "You have a fever."

"I'm fine," Plum insisted.

"No your not, you need to rest," Urim said.

"I'm sorry, Urim" Plum replied. "I'm being a burden on you."

"Your not a burden, you're my wife and your pregnant and-" 

"Don't blame yourself," Plum interrupted. "You couldn't have known this would happen,"

"You deserve better," Urim said.

Plum took Urim's hand, it was hot and sweaty but he dare not pull away from her.

"I remember the first time I met you" she gave a quiet chuckle. "I was so afraid I nearly peed myself.

Urim smiled.

"I wanted to get closer to you then, but didn't quite know how to," Urim replied.

"I came to Dimmore, to the hunt to find a mate and I never thought a Chieftain would take any interest in me. Even with everything that has happened so far, the good and the bad. I wouldn't have it any other way. I would rather be here in this worn down cold but warm shack carrying your child than to be without you. And whatever comes next we face it together." Plum gave a faint smile. "Till death do we part right?"

"Yes," Urim answered. "Till death do we part,"

"I truly do not deserve you, my love," Urim said to himself.