What does it mean to be accepted? Does it mean that you are liked by those around you? Or is it that you are respected by those who you surround yourself with? For Küja Pale-Tusk . . . it's anything but. She is grateful for being able to walk through a village without being stoned by the villagers. Küja has spent her life drifting from one village to the next, a half-Orc-half-Troll, looking for a place to belong, looking for a place to call home. Then she stumbles upon the Frostwolf clan . . . and meets a certain young Orc Cheiftan.