Arkoma: A Fierce WarriorThe sunlight flickered between the tree branches. A flock of divgets fluttered away, calling out in their mocking tones. There was a sense of urgency in the air. It was crisp and warm, like a bonfire. Nothing seemed to matter except this particular moment.Rrgon loved the feeling.He galloped through the woods, small branches snapping under his momentum. He felt the air brush past him, felt drops of dew on his skin. He panted heavily. This was what he lived for; a spear in his pack and his opponent in the distance. Rrgon felt alive.Distantly, he heard a twig snap. Norggon, his exercize partner. He quickly halted, and silently slipped his
b) it's spelled 'Cruach'. At least in the subtitles and novel.