Ashenvale, Warsong Camp.
"My lord, the latest news is that the Frostwolves caused trouble today. It turns out the Great Chieftain issued too little meat, and the soldiers felt it wasn't enough to eat. The captains and senior officers also had objections, so they didn't stop the soldiers from surrounding the Great Chieftain and questioning him. In the end, the Great Chieftain talked them down."
An Orc warrior sent out to gather intelligence quietly reported to the Warsong warlord.
"How is that possible? The Frostwolves have always had the most abundant supplies. How could they possibly be going hungry?" The Warsong warlord rose with an incredulous look on his face and confirmed again, "You weren't deceived, were you?"
"My lord, there's no mistake. I asked several Frostwolf captains. They all said Thrall was mistreating the officers, giving them only half their meat while replacing the rest with bread." The Orc scout pounded his chest as he swore, "One captain even envied us. We still follow the old tradition: even when food is scarce, officers must be fed their fill."
"That is strange. What is Thrall preparing for? Besides, all they need to do is skim some meat from the soldiers below, and there would be more than enough for the captains to eat their fill." The Warsong warlord scratched his head in confusion.
"They can't. Their captains don't dare withhold the meat issued to the soldiers. Thrall now visits a different squad's camp every meal and eats with the soldiers. If a captain dares to skim supplies, the Great Chieftain will discover it immediately. Someone already tried it and was stripped of his authority on the spot, with a soldier appointed right there to replace him as captain." The scout spoke somewhat anxiously.
"Damn it, Thrall is destroying tradition!" After