Wapun Meadow and all your friends are gone, nobody hears you

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a little lamb lingered outside of the stony fortress of her home. vulnerable in the hungry jaws of the bear.

astara and illidan coursed forward, a rousing display of predatory elegance as they flushed the hunted from the safety of her keep and deep into the wilderness.

astara's blood sang with hunger and hate melded into one. hate for easthollow and all they stood against ursus' progress -- hunger for power, for discord, for ruin.

this little lamb would be torn to pieces and left at easthollow's doorstep, if astara had her way.

they followed taktuq's tracks around the stony teeth of bearclaw, into the rolling meadows of wapun. ragged snowcover kept her tracks visible up until the tree line, where covering was scarce and the leaflitter thick.

her scent mixed in with the loamy dampness of the forest. here astara's hunger abated out of necessity. as much as she wished to eviscerate the easthollow youth and all she stood for, if astara went any further it would be a several day's trek from home.

already the sun was dimming. her hunting partner was no less tired than she, but if they were to persevere, they must be smart with their energies.

a low grumble sounded from the huntress' throat -- a bid to return to bearclaw.

they lead no lamb to slaughter, but they had driven her from her home... and for the blackbird, that was enough.