Blacktail Deer Plateau are these the tears of ages, that wash away the wolfs way

She could not say what it was that brought her back here.

But here she was, and quite upset with herself for having come to such a decision. The journey had been perilous and the food had seemed to become nonexistent upon her arrival here; it was all rather unfortunate, and the signs did not bode well to the girl who was beginning to embrace her northern spirtuality. She would have moved on from here, too, were it not for the scent of her brother.

She had been heading for the coast, but had the good fortune to find him sooner rather than later. Tunerk lingered at the perimeter of the plateau, sniffing away to see who else had come. Sos??? She hoped, but she could not detect him. Illidan's scent was not here, either... or Caiaphas, for that matter. There was some familiarity that lingered, though, and her tail waved as recognition set in.