Of wolves (A peek into Drakash' life)

[Drakash]

Drakash sat again on the flat top of the mountain, eyeing the magnificent view like he had so many times lately. But he was too deep in thought to actually enjoy it. Lately the spirits had been restless and he had had hardly had any sleep in the past week. Now he thought he knew what he had to do, although it felt sundering. The moon was already waning and the air was getting cold. The surrounding redness of Durotar began to shift into gray mass. Drakash just sat there, listening and observing. When the sun came to greet the barren lands again he stood up and left the mountain peak with a calm and determined expression to prepare for the future. As he reached the gates of Orgrimmar he jumped back from his mount, a pure white wolf given to him by the Frostwolves, and set his jaw before walking in. The wolf followed in his tail.