Totoka River now i stand, the lion before the lambs

Bajeera found the waters to his pleasing. Though the great spirits had spoken of an empire on the shores, he could not yet see such a thing existing on the granules that dug into his thick paws, leaving a string of tracks that led to the gentle lapping waves. The voices whispered to him and lured him toward the depths of the sea, but Bajeera did not listen to their call. He had many things to draw his concern, but the deep dark of the swell would not see the light of his gaze – not yet.
 
As Gul’Dan padded along the small spread of deltas that dabbled the coast, his gaze was trained on the darkness in the puddles. Above him there was a stretching expanse of sky that reached down and touched the earth in the form of the small pools, but the mystic did not dare to disturb them. Curiously, he craned his skull over the nearest one and the fel-green of his gaze was alight with fire. The voices purred to him and spoke of their favor for his being, but Bajeera drew his tongue swiftly along his whiskers before it was housed once more inside of his maw. Breathing deeply, the swift-footed feline drew the scent of the brine into his marrow and locked his eyes with the reflection in the water.
 
There were secrets to be found, but the Gul’Dan did not know where to turn to first. Should he venture to the west, he would be able to remain alongside the waters for a great duration of his trek. If he should turn to the east, he saw nothing but a looming cliff that overlooked the lapping waves. Perplexed, he began to call upon the mystics to breathe life into his journey and draw him closer to their intention.