The wind hit the mountain wall surrounding Hammerfall, a Orc looks over the former interment camp and an other one walks up behind him and slaps him on his back head.
"You said you would come to Oshu'gun Thunderheart when they were done, and yet, I had to ask all the Spirits left in Ogrimmar to find out were you were going. Olgama send me to get you back finally"
Thunderheart turns around, still sitting down and answer back
"She sends you? You are turning in to a very obedient mate, are you not? I expect more from a chieftain like yourself."
The other Orc frowned on him, but he was a bit right he suppose, but Olgama could not bring back Thunderheart, his harden skull need to be persuaded, not beaten.
"Say, why are you even here? You know they will survive. Are you hopping they will spark a flame of change? They are but one small group against all of the Horde, and those blasted warlocks."
Thunderheart responded back. "You should have a bit more trust in them, they will do fine, I just want to see how well they will do it. They won't end up like us, beaten down and left to rot on the red Peninsula. That was a bad day, Thunderfury"
Thunderfury sighted and took of his wolf mask, looking over the blood spots that covered it before putting it back on
"You should not put so much blame on you for that, none of us saw it happen, not even me. You can watch them from Oshu'gun, just come with me. Olgama is not the only one missing you, Craam, Vaas and all the others warriors, hunters, rogues and shamans as well of the clan. They probably won't even disturb you if you just want to watch them... Olgama might be a small exception.
Thunderheart got up and nodded, first however, he took up a Yolk from his satchel and put it down. Thunderfury looked on the Yolk and then Hammerfall and asked.
"Won't the wind eventually make the smell go to the camp? Why would you- oh.... you should really get a hobby."
Thunderheart grinned at him and answer. "Seems I got one, he he he"
A wind passed the stone wall and the orcs who were standing at a cliff walked off, fading away until they were gone, leaving only behind a lonely Yolk.
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The Wind kept blowing on the Stone wall, always making a turn around a cliff, making the wind go south to the former interment camp, A bird went close to investigate the smell, before flying away when it got close. The Yolk however, remained
((Death can't stop the Yolk Shaman's adventures, I see! Always enjoy seeing what the senile old spirit is up to.))