The weather was fair for travel, and the quiet steps of the lynx carried him far from the sea in search of the spirits of the fel. Bajeera was certain that there would be few on the water’s edge that would have the glow about them, but his whiskers had twitched curiously with each passing scent that carried promise of wolf packs in large numbers. The Gul’Dan had never truly been fond of the beasts, but they had never done him harm, and so he had lived alongside them for his first year. Few of them spoke his language, and he found himself stumbling over the common terms that were used. Still, the great fel spirits spoke of promise in that land, and the quiet cat was intent on finding whatever it was that was in store for him.
 
Picking his way through the prairie, the feline could scent two packs on either side and frowned thoughtfully; they were neighbors in that land, though far enough away that he was nowhere near the scent-marked borders. It caused his fur to prick to be out in the open with very little cover. Even more so when his gaze caught the sight of a patchwork beast nibbling on poison ivy. Tufted ears swiveled atop the Gul’Dan’s crown and he breathed heavily the scent of this male. Bajeera turned his head as he inspected the creature before him, careful to keep his distance, but curious.
 
It was only within the moment that he realized the canine had mismatched eyes. Widening his own vision, the lynx crept forward to peer at the brute with a quiet reverence. He had been blessed by the spirits in a different sense; this wolf had been given two bodies inside of him.

The mismatched pair of eyes swiftly snapped upward and onto the cat. His tufted ears swiveled on his skull and pointed back. The thick muscles in his body tensed and the lynx wondered if the wolf who spoke before him represented the silver or the orange eye on the boy’s face. Though he did not truly know the character of the canine well enough to make such an assumption, Bajeera’s people and his culture were superstitious beings, and the mismatched gaze of the black and white brute was a sign of multiple souls. It was something strange for the Gul’Dan to witness it so closely and to be so involved with one who had been granted the honor of housing more than one. Bajeera’s own destiny was great in and of itself, but he often marveled at the lives of others.
 
Flicking his ears back so that they sat erect, the feline’s mouth seemed to curl upward into a soft smile. “Bajeera wants nothing. Bajeera was only passing through,” he purred to the wolf with a curious lilt to his voice. The poisonous green of his gaze was still curiously playing with the features of the canine, but in a manner that would – hopefully – not be perceived as threatening.

The cat was none the wiser of the canine’s own speaking habits. He was merely acting as a vessel for the great spirits that required him. His body had allowed for Gul’Dan to traverse a great stretch of land and see many things, but they had not come across what they had been searching for… not yet. After having stated his case, the two-wolf seemed interested in Bajeera’s intentions. Passing through, but to where? It was a fair inquiry to have fallen on the feline. He peered at the stranger with a peculiar intensity in the electric green of his gaze, taking another step forward and gesturing with the flat of his nose to the world around them with a sway of his skull. “Bajeera searches for the fel spirits,” he explained in a raspy voice.
 
It was not likely that his present company would know anything of the fel, but the lynx was intent on his goal, and he would not waver. Gul’Dan required the spirits, and so the vessel would carry him wherever he was inclined if it meant that there was a chance. The wolf, though, seemed to have a strange glow to him. It was not the fel – no – but something else. And it riled a curiosity in Bajeera.

The vessel drew his tufted ears forward at the sound of the canine’s question. His eyes were alight with knowledge as the prospect of sharing the spirits with this wolf grew near. The feeling of Gul’Dan inside of him had caused the fur along his neck to rise and for goosebumps to form on the flesh beneath. He had traveled his whole life in hopes of finding those who were willing to learn the ways of the fel. The magic was involved in those acts was… immeasurable, but Bajeera knew that he could not speak so soon of the great things that could occur. Instead, he forced himself to take on a level head and breathed through his nares with a quiet exhale.
 
“They are the spirits that are touched by fel magic… the strongest magic in the world,” the cat spoke in his raspy tones and his mouth curled in a smirk. “Bajeera has been touched by fel magic. You can see it in Bajeera’s eyes,” he then breathed before taking a careful step toward the wolf as if to demonstrate the great power that coursed through his body.