Meadowlark Prairie turn your wounds into wisdom

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.