You head north, towards the lands of the Alliance, ready to feast off the bounty of Ashenvale. There will be Kaledorei there as well, their hunting prowess the stuff of myth, some of their trackers have been hunting in that territory for more than ten thousand years. You lick your lips at the thought of such a challenge; you wouldn’t mind meeting one of the ever beautiful Night Elves. Their females had such delicate features and you wonder how they would squeal and squirm as they slid down your throat toward certain doom in your belly.
Picking your way across secluded mountain paths you finally reach the edge of Stonetalon Mountains, before you the neon nature of Ashenvale’s tree boughs, and somewhere below the female Night Elves you will consume and mount-
You stop in your tracks and give your head a firm shake. Mount? You had long given up on finding a mate, now strange daydreams float through your mind. It was idle enough to dream of actually catching one to eat, but now your mind has wandered too far. Refocusing yourself you begin to leap down nimbly from the mountain side and disappear into the foliage of Ashenvale.
