Ocean's Breath Plateau lost in the world

Gul’Dan did not like the great expanse of land that offered no cover to his being. His large paws were pressed to the earth with each step, fearful that there would be a hostile presence nearby. Toxic green eyes sought the closure of anything, but the plateau was not a place for the vessel to be. The fur along his back and spine seemed to bristle with the tension that he had riled in himself. Should Gul’Dan lose the vessel that he had in Bajeera, he would need to latch onto the nearest willing soul. There was no telling who that would be, or if it would be a safe passage for the great spirit. The fel were supposedly in that land, but the feline had yet to find them, and his travels had led him across the great land and back to the seaside in hopes of finding a sign of them. Gul’Dan would not be pleased if they had wandered that far for nothing.
 
The sun beat down overhead, sinking into the thick coat of the lynx. As he continued to cross the plateau – wary expression – he parted his lips to take in the scents of the surrounding areas. There was a pack nearby, and another not much further than that. Flicking a tufted ear to the left, it was the sound of scuffling hooves that alerted the prowling shaman. His head turned abruptly toward the noise and his poisonous gaze settled on the roaming figure of a doe. An amused smirk curled the inky lips of the feline and he drew his tongue across his mouth.
 
Prowling forward, he kept his head low and his body toward the ground. The intent was not to harm the animal, but Bajeera was a curious beast, and he desired a much closer inspection of the creature who dared to allow herself into the open stretch of land with little cover to guard her.