Blacktail Deer Plateau The Gathering of the Clouds

Raleska too searched along the lower region of the plateau, presently unaware of Mal. Her daily forays took her further and further from the rendezvous, for food here seemed scarce as hen’s teeth.

Darting past a collapsed pine, Raleska caught a flash of something almost grey in the distance — the fleeting form of a wolf prowling. She did not hesitate to intercept; while her interest was largely self-motivated, Raleska also needed to know if this wolf presented as a danger to the displaced Rusalkan band.

Coming to a walk some fifteen feet away, Raleska cast the mosaic-pelted wolf a wary glance. His dark markings reminded her of her mother, at least in part — but the rest of him was very different. Calling to mind Caiaphas stung Raleska ever so slightly, for it was a bitter reminder her family had up and left her in the reeds (or was dead), Illidan included.

Keeping her posture neutral but her gaze affixed, Raleska spoke up from between the tangle. You looking for something?