Wandering about for the better part of an hour left you feeling rather sexually frustrated- you had yet to find anything or anyone that could serve as a good potential mate. A part of you was growing rather tempted to just find a long rod like piece of rock and fuck yourself with that, when you finally picked up a scent of something. Following it lead you to a small waterfall area where two large, well muscled, and sweaty Orcs seemed to be setting up camp and pulling off their gear to wash of a fair amount of slime from some monster or other. Both of them, you could clearly see, were packing, and neither had noticed you.