Seeing your master fall in battle hurts your spirit for a mere second. Then your memory returns and you charge forward, tearing through the remaining elves. You tear and claw at them, ripping one's guts open and clawing another through the neck. Both die shortly after, yet you decide not to eat them. It would be a shameful waste of good meat, but you have more important things to tend to. Such as your life. You quickly turn and flee the battle;, feeling your armor fall from your body as you run. Eventually you cannot recognise your surroundings as anything more than the Northern Barrens. A place you can hunt in once more.
You hunt for a short while, devouring the small critters that are unlucky enough to cross your path, until you come across a small cave. It's not particularly spacious, but would work as a decent den to rest in for a time. You sniff the air, unable to sense anything else around. And so you step inside and rest your head
