Thoughts and stars.

[Tirnak Lynxclaw]

For hours on end, she wandered the Barrens. She didn't want to realise what was most likely true. Kargur's words were spinning in her head: " 'e can't be dead! He's Feraleye!"
Never in her young life did she ever want to belive something this badly.  She kept hearing those words, and they kept carving deeper and deeper lines in her face.
Was he really dead? Was he just hunting? She didn't understand. He would usually not be gone this long, and nobody had seen or heard from him in days, even felt like weeks.

She sat, with a heavy thump, under a dead tree, near Ratchet. She watched the raptors below, meddling amoungst themselves over a piece of Zhevra,
untill the leading male came and straightened them out. She smiled to herself, shortly, as the male brought his nesting female a haunch of meat. Her thoughts took over.

'Balance in a pack is such a funny thing. It depends on so little indiviaduals to keep it. '

She lowered her head. Thinking about this council Drakash had mentioned. Maybe her time was here again, but she wasn't sure. She'd taken two blood Oaths the night she took her second Oath to the Tribe.
One for the Tribe and one for Kozgugore. Which one to honour now? She was torn. Should she set out, and search the worlds for Kozgugore, or should she stay put, and step up and do what she knows she does well.
Hours went by, and the moon travelled across the star littered sky. Even the beasts of the Barrens were calm now.

She nodded to herself, and got off her feet, and set back for Orgrimmar. She would need to talk to Drakash.