398Shadow of the Moon » The female's pallor skin reflected the waning light of Mirkwood, her eyes glared forward like azure ice, hair falling around her shoulders in a fiery mane. There was no doubt this Orc—their future guide—was the offspring of the very Orc who hunted them with such feverish determination. Ithildae Orquwen's loyalty could mean the greatest success, or the harshest downfall.