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The early morning sun's rays bathed the land and its inhabitants in a soothing warmth. Dew glistened where they clung amid the leaves and grass. Vermin skittered about stopping to attempt wiping the droplets that clung to their fur. With every swipe of their paws, it only matted their fur that wouldn't take long to dry.

The whole valley had wakened to the light. That was everyone, save for a little fox that slept in the back of a cart as it slowly wound its way down the dirt road of the valley. She shivered and sneezed but didn't wake. The others in the cart watched over her, one of which covered her with a fleece blanket. She settled back down into a restless sleep.

"You're never going to forgive me for stealing your kill." growled the Worgen. The Mage didn't reply. Her gaze was on the sleeping vixen. She'd seen many foxes prancing around the Redridge Mountains but none of them was even half her size. What's more was her ability to speak. Even then it wasn't the shock of her speaking but the fox's realization she could be understood.

"No," the human said pulling herself from her reverie. "No, you're wrong. Huttser, listen, how long have we known each other?"

The Hunter was taken aback. He'd known her long enough to know you don't steal her kills. "Considering we've been running together since the sundering? You've just about killed me with each kill I stole from you."

Lilbit slumped her shoulders and rested on the stave. "This time is different then. Don't you see the rarity of this creature? You stopped me from making a big mistake."

Huttser wanted to say something, anything. He went to speak but hesitated and closed his mouth then leaned back against the side of the cart. Suel watched from the front of the cart laying prone.

"How did you meet each other?" The Druid asked curiously.

The human looked over at Suel in mild curiosity of her own. "I'm sorry, I still can't get over the fact of animals talking."

"Surely you know other Druids."

Lilbit couldn't find the words to retort knowing the Druid was right. She'd befriended many Druids but they all had familiar markings. Suel had a unique set they set him apart from the elves and Worgen. Even the Tauren and the trolls were recognizable.

"What are you?" She mused.

"Excuse me?" Suel responded with a hint of fear. He didn't dare show himself to humans. King Varian had a major distrust of anything that wasn't close to human. Even the Worgen had been invited by the Elves against his wishes.

"You don't look like any of the other Druids I've met, so I assume that you're not part of any of the known alliance races."

Suel moved to try and get comfortable, feeling awkward about the human. He looked to Huttser for some help but the Worgen was watching the vixen as she slept.

"I'm sorry," Suel said laying his head on his paws. "I don't feel comfortable enough to tell you just yet."

The Mage frowned but understood. When she first met Huttser he was ashamed of being a wild Worgen. She wasn't a prude like Varian was, but she wouldn't for the matter either.

The cart swayed as it made its ways down the dusty road just in sight of the old brewery. Chen smiled to himself thinking of the small kegs of his finest brew just recently made he kept in the wagon with his friends. Li Li had stayed behind at the farmers market still having been upset over the issue between her and the Hunter.

"Well folks," Chen rumbled happily. "we're just about to meet up with a long lost Stormstout family member. The sole proprietor of this brewery just ahead."

Suel sat up with his paws over the set back of the wagon and watched in mild curiosity at the rickety old building. The water wheel still turned in the slow-moving stream, but the place felt odd. A foreboding of something out of place. The only signs of life looked to be the Hozen drinking outside the entrance. One of them was throwing kegs at the others.

The fox whimpered as she opened her eyes. Her yawn let the others know she was awake. She looked around in a dazed confusion until she turned her head.

"What happened?" she cried. "Where am I?"

"Relax," Huttser urged softly. "You're safe now. I'm sorry but I had to save you using magic."

"Wha... What do you mean?" she cried softly. "I... can't remember much."

"That happens. The Hunters spell makes a pet feel as though they've known the Hunter all their life. I've never done it on a creature that could speak."

"No one's ever understood me, until now."

"You mean you couldn't speak before..."

"You took me as a mate." The vixen finished laying her head on her paws. "By doing what you did I am now your mate for life."

Huttser remained silent. He didn't know how Xenrigocia would take to that idea, but he may not have a choice in that matter.

High above in his mini-drake form, Xenrigocia could hear their conversation. He sighed knowing the whole story. The dragon aspect had watched the events unfold and while he wasn't happy he understood the consequences. What made him happy was knowing what would come next from the muzzle of the fox. Something he and Huttser had spoken of wanting one day.

"I... can feel new life... in me." The vixen cried.

"That's not possible," Huttser growled sadly. "Worgen cannot produce seed capable of new life."

Lilbit sighed knowing he spoke true. She'd tried with him at one point but the Worgen race could produce no children nor could they be turned to Undead.

Xenrigocia smiled to himself. He knew the same as the others plus more. While Worgen could produce no cubs with one another or any humanoid species the same could not be said for feral animals.

What worried the aspect was the gestation period of the fox would make it harder for them to continue their quest for the King. He held the key to slow down her gestation, but he would have to find a time and opportunity to provide for her.

Xen knew that Huttser couldn't be trusted not to fool around but in the end, it paid off. He would let his husband know later and ask for his own forgiveness, after letting him sweat it out a bit.

As the cart stopped at the building the aspect looked to the northeast where Sapphire had gone to meet up with Sambas and his new mate.

* * *

The mist lay thick in the mountain pass. As Sambas and Din climbed higher it only felt thicker. Din nuzzled against Sambas as they walked bringing a smile to the lion's hard features. Despite his demeanor, as they walked he felt they weren't alone. In fact, he knew they weren't alone. Thinking back to Jade Forest he'd been contacted by Sapphire before they'd been freed from the Hozen encampment.

The lion stopped and closed his eyes. Din stopped a few steps later looking back.

"What's wrong?" The tiger asked his newfound lover.

"Please, show yourself," Sambas called out gently. He wasn't angry at being followed but he was upset that Sapphire had not shown herself already to them.

From the mist strolled the feline. Sapphire, while a tiger, became an adopted sister to him. They'd been close since they ventured through Loch Modan.

"Please don't be mad at me." Sapphire pleaded.

"I'm not mad," Sambas assured her. "You knew we left Huttser and Suel behind. You should have come to us sooner."

"I was only doing what Xenrigocia asked."

"I'm grateful, but you did show yourself to me in Jade Forest."

"I shouldn't have shown myself then," Sapphire said hanging her head. "I did because I thought you were in danger."

"I don't blame you," Din said softly moving to nuzzle Sapphire. "I would have done the same thing."

"Thank you, Din, I appreciate that."

"Since you're following us," Sambas sighed. "You might as well join us."

* * *

Huttser sat just outside the entrance rested against the wall with his new charge. His mind reeled at the concept of being mated to a formerly wild animal. Even more so, there was the issue of the impossible conception of life.

"I never did ask your name." He uttered quietly.

"I don't know what my name would be in this tongue," she replied sadly. "Not that anyone would be able to say."

"Would you be against me giving you a name?"

The vixen shook her head slowly. "Seeing as I'm both a pet and mate to you, I would be remiss to deny you that right."

"You definitely have quite the vocabulary." Huttser jested. "You are a miracle, in more ways than one."

He placed his hand on her neck and stroked her fur down her back. She closed her eyes and smiled at the feeling. The Worgen leaned close and rubbed his muzzle against her cheek.

"Kiseki," he whispered. "I've heard the meaning before and it suits you."

Kiseki smiled and turned to look at her lover only to find their muzzle touch. Instead of pulling away she was compelled to turn it into a kiss. Huttser didn't pull away, instead, he caressed the vulpine's cheek.

Lilbit watched the two from the corner. She leaned against the wall lost in thought. She felt cheated that she never had the chance to be with Huttser. She didn't care about the curse he bore. She wanted to be with him for the longest time. They parted ways shortly after the fall of Deathwing. She knew he would never be able to sire a child but part of her still longed to be with him. In the cart, he'd told her about his husband, Xenrigocia, a dragon aspect but didn't say much about the Druid that he kept for a companion.

She looked over at the enigma that was Suel. It still bugged her that he looked nothing like the Night Elf Druids nor the Worgen. The markings were unique given his left paws looked have been dipped in wet mud against his brown fur but his white mask-like feature over his eyes. His underbelly matched his mask, but it was his tail that was a feature that stuck out most. Puffier than a normal Druid and ringed like a raccoon. Even the tanuki of the land bore a similar resemblance.

"I've tried talking to my lost relative and he's..." Chen sighed. "not accepting visitors but I'm not leaving until I get through to him."

Lilbit pushed off from the wall and walked over to the others as they gathered. Suel sat behind the Pandaren with his tail wrapped around his paws. The marking on his shoulder wasn't the half-moon but a symbol akin to a solar eclipse. Part of the Mage felt uncertain over the marking as she never studied the Druids. She never even took the time to visit the hideaway they held in Moonglade.

Huttser grabbed his bow from his back and held it ready with Kiseki by his side rubbing against his thighs. Lilbit could tell she already adored the Worgen. A side effect of the taming process mixed with the vixen's mention of being with kits. Animals could always tell within a few days but could it possible?

"What would you like us to do?" Huttser growled ready for anything.

"I can't make it past the Hozen alone," Chen said rubbing the back of his head. Huttser's eye twitched but he pulled himself together.

"We'll clear them out," he replied. "We'll even clear out anything else that isn't part of the decor."

"Be careful, my ancestors still linger."

"How bad could it possibly be?"

* * *

"Look at that cute tanuki." an ancestral spirit cooed as Suel walked by with a scowl.

"I am not cute." he huffed. He'd grown accustomed to being mistaken for the battle pets that roamed the land.

"Take it easy," Huttser whispered. "We're only doing this as mercenaries. We'll help where we can then we can go find Anduin."

"Spoiled brat, is what he is."

"If your father were as protective of you as King Wrenn is of him," Lilbit proffered. "You'd be the same way."

"But a priest using mind control on a member of the Alliance?"

"I'll admit, of all the priests I know none would do such a thing."

The room ahead was busy with larger brown Hozen dancing with an aura of merriment in front of large storage containers. Floating around the ceiling were sprites the looked to be feeding the Hozen with Ale.

"What are those things?" Huttser asked confusedly.

"They look like... elementals?" Lilbit responded.

"But, they look like they came from the vats."

"Ale-'emntals, maybe?" Suel jested. The others looked at him like he grew another head. "What? If you feel beer elementals would be better..."

"Let's just leave that one a mystery," Lilbit interjected in exasperation.

"If they provide any heals," Huttser mused. "Then it's safe to say we should take them out first."

The Hunter raised his bow with Kiseki ready to attack if the Hozen got hostile. Huttser grabbed at the air between the curvature and pulled back producing a phantom arrow and bowstring. The arrow left the bow like gossamer leaving the bowstring to fade from existence as abruptly as it entered. Unhindered by air resistance the projectile struck its target which faded from existence along with the arrow. The tether providing ale to the Hozen below ceased causing the brute to fall over in a drunken stupor. The next arrow followed by providing the same effect leaving one Hozen left, dazed and confused. It turned to see the four with a drawn bow shoved in his face. In a simper, it fell over backward passed out.

"Huh, he fainted." Kiseki said walking over and prodding him with her paw. "Master, do people always faint at the sight of you?"

"You didn't," Huttser replied staying his weapon.

"With your looks, it's a wonder I didn't."

"You can butter me up later." the Worgen said with a grin. "I'll even give you a special treat."

The vixen blushed hotly under her silken fur.

"This will be an easy mission." Lilbit exasperated expecting more of a fight. "My skills will definitely be put to the test."

"Be careful what you wish for," Suel whispered. "We don't know what's waiting for us."

The halls were filled with sleeping Hozen. The four didn't want to wake them yet. There was always a big Hozen that they followed. Without him, they would scatter. It was weird they'd never see a single female in each group they'd run across. Another enigma that was best left alone, for the time being.

In the main hall, where the fermenting tanks hugged the walls, was the leader himself. He dropped from the ceiling in front of the intrepid group.

"Have you come to challenge the mighty Ook-ook? You dare interrupt our festive Ookapalooza?"

Huttser and Lilbit gripped their weapons firmly while Suel and Kiseki growled standing in front ready to attack. The big ape gave a raucous chuckle. The rest of the occupants in the area scrambled for cover eager to watch the chief in action. Catcalls filled the space discouraging the group.

Huttser circled around one side, with Kiseki, sizing up the behemoth. Lilbit and Suel circled the other to find a weakness. Ook-ook slammed his fist and swung around knocking the group away. Huttser rebounded pulling the magical bowstring firing off a shot. Kiseki growled and latched on the one arm. Suel latched onto the other. It was a futile attempt since they couldn't penetrate through his fur and sinew. He clapped his hands together, knocking the animals into each other. They still clung tight but when he threw his arms outwards they lost their grip and slammed into their compatriots.

The onlookers jumped and called in celebration. Others began to throw banana peels and barrels. Huttser watched as one barrel rolled into the wall breaking. The contents spilled over the floor and spread to an open flame. He had to cover his eyes with his arms to prevent the flash from harming his eyes. The fire didn't last long but it was enough of a blaze to cause damage. Upon looking around he noticed the other barrels were still intact. That moment a wild thought crossed his mind and he yelled out to Suel.

"Use your vines to get a barrel close to Ook-ook."

Suel froze in shock. He knew he could use the ability but in doing so he would force him out of cat form.

"But I..." he tried to say but was cut off.

"Don't worry about that just do it for me."

The Druid hesitated a moment then gathered some energy to force his entangling roots to form grabbing a barrel. He stood in his normal Wolvar form before the stunned Mage. It took more effort than normal to lift the barrel above the ape. In conjunction, Huttser readied his arrow.

"Hey, fur-ball!" He yelled getting the Hulk's attention. "If this is a party then I think you need a drink."

In a state of confusion, Ook-ook tilted his head then looked up in time to see the barrel get hit by the arrow spilling brew over him. Lilbit understood what Huttser was doing and yelled in hopes of grabbing the ape's attention.

"Can't have a party without some fireworks." She yelled holding a ball of flame in her hand. Ook-ook's eyes widened in fear as the fireball launched from the Mage's hand and ignited the alcohol. He flailed and stumbled trying to put the fire out. Is faded slowly but he was ready to jump out the door to the river below. He didn't see the second barrel flying his direction. It smashed into his head slashing him with more ale intensifying the fire and forcing him over the banister.

The rabble above fell quiet waiting to see if their leader would return. The silence felt deafening to the hero's as two equally sizable Hozen stepped forward.

"You beat Ook-ook," one said in awe. "You are the great Ook now."

"All hail da new Ook." The other said turning to the crowd. Lilbit tuned out the cheering and slammed Suel into the wall with ice shards ready to cast at his head.

"I knew you weren't a member of the alliance." She growled.

"Stand down, Lilbit," Huttser growled pushing forward but not to intervene. He knew the Mage well enough and felt she honestly wouldn't hurt his friend and lover.

"No, his kind killed my friends during the campaign in Northrend."

"You can't blame him for something that he had nothing to do with."

Suel swallowed dryly trying to hold his composure knowing his reveal would have been an eventuality. The response he feared, while expected, didn't make it easier to face.

"You weren't there when the Wolvar tore apart my entire party and held me captive."

"No," Huttser spoke softly. "I wasn't. Neither was he. He told me what happened to him. You still see them as mindless or primitive beings. Haven't you gotten to know him as an intellectual? Hasn't he proven to you that he is not some savage like you're being now?"

Lilbit tightened her grip on Suel's neck then loosened it. She knew her friend was right. She had come to know Suel as an equal despite his appearance. She had expected him to be a different race but to find he was a Wolvar didn't cross her mind.

She let Suel go and left him to slide down the wall to sit afraid she would still attack him. Huttser reached his hand to the Druid. Kiseki watched in confusion but offered some support as her master helped Suel to his feet.

"I don't blame you for how you feel." Suel sighed. "I understand how you feel and I wouldn't fault you for attacking me. I just hope you'll come to accept me for who I am and not for my species."

"Give her some time." Huttser murmured to Suel.

Lilbit leaned against her staff holding tight with her head hung to her chest. She fought back the tears of rage and welling emotions she wished she could exact on the Druid but knew Huttser's words to be true. She had come to know the Wolvar as a friend and compatriot. The truth of who he was should be a non-issue but the pain she felt clouded her judgment.

"I'm sorry," She cried unmovingly. "I lost too many friends to primitive beings, especially the Horde. I should know from experience that I can't blame individuals for the actions of their race. I watched as some members fell to the Horde but have been spared and cared for by other members of their race."

"Huttser stepped up and placed his hand on her shoulder. "We've all been there. Remember how you felt when you first met me? You were apprehensive after knowing what the Night Elves had done for us. We stood under the tree, in the middle of Darnassus, side by side at the bank. You tried to kill me then, thinking I would attack you."

The human laughed through her tears. "I've tried to kill you many times, for lesser reasons."

"I'm still here."

"If you don't remove your paw I can arrange that." She jested. Huttser pulled turned her around and hugged her tight pressing his muzzle to her mouth. She returned the hug and pressed into the kiss feeling her anger and hatred slip away in the warmth of the Worgen's loving embrace.

Kiseki growled, jealous of the human. Suel transformed back into his feline form and moved to stand by the vixen's side.

"Would you like to feel a little love too?" He whispered with a smile. Kiseki turned away snubbing the Druid.

"Certainly not from you." She growled.

Suel stood in shock with his maw agape. Despite the love and affection in the room the only one who could offer him some affection gave him the cold shoulder. He could easily overpower the fox but was reminded of how Sapphire had chased him down to make him a father to the cubs he gave her. Then again, Huttser would most likely give Lilbit her wish if he tried anything of the sort. It was infuriating that his charm didn't work on such a lovely creature. Never had anyone turn him down as flatly as the vixen. Others had either feigned disinterest or ended up bound and filled with the wolvar's delight.

Suel huffed and padded out onto the veranda past the dancing hozen. His growls went unheard by the din of the merrymakers. The cool breeze couldn't abate his frustrations. The tension between his legs threatened to transform to a pain with his dangling orbs swelling. It was something he wanted to avoid as it reminded him of his alone times where he couldn't get any release. Desperation had him searching the structure for any holes.

From around the corner toddled a creature he'd rarely seen around the new land. One of the vermin stopped at the sight of the feline. It raised its bamboo rod, turned away, and screeched. Before it could make enough noise to call others Suel pounced on it pinning it on its belly with his paw clamped over its muzzle.

"If you want to live you won't do that again." He growled lowly. A twinge under his tail gave him an idea. Since he was in need and no one would give him the attention he needed he would take it, forcefully. He bit into the scruff of the creature's neck making sure to keep him reigned in enough to keep from squealing. The vermin hissed and struggled under the weight but couldn't gain any traction against the druid. It dawned on the rat-like being what the wolvar planned. Instead of fighting it he would play dead and let the feline have his fun. It had other plans for revenge afterward.

Suel could feel the creature submit but didn't give the satisfaction of acknowledgment. With a growl, he slammed his pulsing shaft deep into the vermin's exposed tail star. The creature huffed and panted at the intrusion but didn't attempt to make a noise. Instead, it raised is tail and rear to accommodate the druid further. The wolvar set his rear paw on the vermin's and shoved harder trying to get the creature to cry. Just as the druid refused to give credence to the surrender so too did the vermin in the attempt to elicit a response.

There was a spell Suel saved for special occasions. He'd mastered it on is own as he was the one that had created it. Using wordless magic, he cast the engorgement spell. His shaft and balls swelled in size stretching the tight hole. The vermin hissed and writhed trying to get loose only to fail. Suel knew the drawback to the spell as it only lasted fifteen minutes with a cooldown of twenty-four hours.

Both panted resigned to the fate of each other. The creature giving a wry smile looking past the stranger to the waterwheel. He was going to have fun with his revenge. Suel, on the other hand, would have his fun first.

"When I'm..." The wolvar huffed. "done with you. You'll not be able to move for a month."

Little had Suel know how wrong he would be. The vermin rocked hard against the wooden deck with the massive thrusts from the swollen shaft buried deep inside. There no room for the knot at the base of the kitty's cock. The barbs rubbed harshly against the soft pink interior but never enough to cause harm.

With a heavy pant, Suel pushed hard and deep making no leeway in or out of the creature's tight hole. He felt his next spell to learn would assist the engorgement spell, natural lube.

The druid's orbs bounced and smacked into the vermin's sack and hardened shaft. He was getting close and losing steam trying to cum before the spell ended leaving him with an inability to even release. The major downside of the spell; if he couldn't get off then his balls would remain big and ache until the spell was used again.

The wolvar pushed the vermin harder into the deck ramping up his pace wanting to get off as soon as possible but feeling it was a losing battle. In a last-ditch effort to provide some traction, he pulled his massive shaft out from the vermin and slammed it back in with a muffled growl. He didn't want anyone else to hear him either. The feeling of the soft pink interior sliding past his sensitive head provided the needed stimuli. Seed spewed forth filling the creature's insides with no place to escape. The vermin clawed at the deck trying to escape the flooding of his body. It didn't take long before the seed burst from his muzzle and nose painting the floor. It made it hard to breathe, but he had to wait for it to subside before he could taste sweet freedom.

At last the spell ended bringing an exhausted druid to collapse on the poor cream filled vermin. The vermin didn't want to stay trapped beneath his assailant and struggled to get to his paws coughing up the druid's seed. He dropped to his knees and crawled over to the bamboo cane he'd been carrying. It was light, hollow, and didn't break easy.

The staff acted as a cane helping the vermin to stand and regain his composure. He looked sidelong at the weak feline and gripped the bamboo shoot hard. The thoughts running through the creature's mind brought a smirk to his rugged features.

Suel turned to look up at the vermin just in time to see the staff slam into his head knocking him out cold. The vermin felt a semblance of satisfaction in hearing the thwack of wood against bone. He hadn't swung the staff hard enough to kill, only to incapacitate. The creature shouldered the staff and grabbed the feline by his tail dragging him over to where the waterwheel dropped water to the mossy part of the deck.

The dead weight of the wolvar didn't bother the vermin. He pulled the druid close enough for his vengeance and he would have it, one way or another. It lifted Suel tail and used his free hand to shove the hollow shoot into the exposed cavity. The wolvar moaned slightly but didn't move as the other end of the shoot was placed on the railing. The staff was too close to the waterwheel allowing the cupped paddles to slam on the pole a few times burring it deeper in the Druids hole.

The vermin chuckled in glee as the water slid through the shoot. The sleeping druid moaned with each drain of the water through the shoot into his tight insides making him bloat from the pressure.

Without warning the vermin receive a shock with a magic arrow that bound him in place. Huttser snorted replacing his bow on his back before moving to the creature and kicking it into the river.

"Couldn't resist going off on your own?" He huffed then chuckled. As he pulled the pole out of his friend the water drained over the already soaked deck. It didn't take long for Suel to rouse from his induced slumber.

"What happened?" The wolvar coughed.

"I dunno, you tell me."

Suel folded is ears back knowing he was in trouble. Huttser only lead the group up the ramp without a word. There were more creatures ahead and they needed funding.

* * *

As big as the brewer looked on the outside. It didn't seem as big walking through it. Before they could get to the doors of the main building they had to detour through the fermentation level. It wasn't Hozen they found but more spirits along with the "Alementals." With the ceiling being low and the walls covered by vats of flammable substances over an open flame they resorted to melee combat.

Huttser swung punching the amber colored spirit. His fist made a hole forcing liquid in multiple directions. The fluid floated slowly in multiple directions in a slow motion before rapidly forming around the Worgen's wrist. It laughed at him then forced itself down his throat bringing the Hunters fist to smack against his face. The room spun around him making him ill and unable to move. Looking back to the open door he thought he saw a familiar looking dragon floating down to the deck.

The other members of the party found themselves in a similarly punched and drunk in a similar fashion. None of them could get to their feet or much move without feeling nauseous. It was the shadow that hovered over them that scared Huttser. It looked to be Xenrigocia but that wasn't possible. His mind reeled with possibilities of what the being could have been. Nothing could bring him to focus aside from the bottomless sense in his stomach when the specter moved to Kiseki.

The doppelganger stooped low to whisper in the vixen's ear. The world slowed as the fox looked up with uncertainty but stumbled closer to the specter and wrapped her muzzle around its exposed shaft. Ribbed from base to tip and dripping with a silver sheen.

The Hunter couldn't speak as he reached out his hand to try and stop the pair. Kiseki's fur glowed as her head bobbed slowly up and down the thick member. The Xenrigocia clone leaned back rubbing the vixen's head fur taking care not to hurt her. Huttser collapsed just short watching in horror as the specter's silver seed flooding the feral's maw. Kiseki gagged but swallowed as much as she could before licking the rest with her remaining energy. Her eyes glowed for a moment before she collapsed. The impostor turned to leave but not before turning back to Huttser with a soft smile.

"I love you, Huttser. I'll keep my husband and our new kits safe."

As the aspect took off the world faded to darkness and the world dropped from beneath the Hunter.

* * *

Huttser woke in confusion finding himself in another hovel of a home he didn't recall. It felt, to him, as if there were a new song and dance that he failed to grow accustomed. Between passing out, or getting knocked unconscious, it was growing old. At one thing had been consistent, he'd been left alone in a dark room.

From the doorway came both rays of sunlight and an ominous roar that sounded muffled and far away. It was a few seconds later the door was thrust opened to bright light and a silhouette of a Mage.

"Get your gear on, we are about to fight a war." A familiar voice emanated from the shadow.

"Wait, how did I get here." He huffed.

"There's no time for triviality, get your ass in gear and help us."

The Worgen didn't care to wear his old gear any further and just grabbed the only possession he kept, his weapon.

The world beyond the door faded into focus providing a familiar scene of carnage but instead of having combatants on the land they flew in the skies overhead. For him, it would be a fun exercise alongside Lilbit. Keeping a kill count while Suel and Kiseki stayed ready for any that lived after being downed by ranged attacks.

His reverie was broken by the quake of the ground around them and the wall breaking to pieces. A large beetle-like creature had breached the barrier and roared towering over the Pandarens. The Worgen turned and stormed off attaching his bow to his back.

"Where do you think you're going?" Lilbit growled following him.

"You all can deal with this mess if you wish. I'm done and am going to follow the original orders given and that's to find Anduin. Help the natives if you want but fuck this shit, I'm out."