Gallows End Tavern. A shifty undead....a lowly rouge. How strange thoughts are brought on by familiar sights, and though Terum does not know these two, their look brings forth memories and a great rage!"The air is stale here, and smells of death."
Without another word the Hunter is on his feet and moves for the door. Just outside the winter night is crisp, and he pauses long enough to take 3 deep breaths,filling his lungs with the heavy ,oxygen rich air. "Focus now" is his last thought before clearing his mind. The ritualistic exercise to suppress the blood fury is working. Color returns to his vision. His heart ceases in its attempt to beat its way out of his chest. Closing his eyes, he exhales the last of the deep breathing. Images again return to his mind, feelings. When he opens them again, stars on the night sky.
Footsteps coming slowly toward the Hunter. Worg. "Blixx my friend, we must be going. We have far to travel." The large black wolf is motionless and without sound as the Hunter makes sure everything is strapped down for the ride. " Wintersprings", answers the Orc to the wolfs unheard question, returning to his preparations. After everything is secure and taking a last look at the firelight spilling forth from The Gallows End, he rethinks Skumms words from a previous meeting. A name enters his mind and he pushes it aside . "Tonight I sleep without a whisper." The wolf stares straight ahead." Blixx, it is time." are his words while he climes into the saddle."Kagh!", his last command.
Although the journey atop wolf and wyvren was long, it was without incident. The only danger coming from the war raging within his head. That, had the Hunter on edge. "Uncertainty Blixx, a deadly state of mind." The wolf continues gnawing on the clefthoof rib he had been awarded for his speed. "Uncertainty", repeats the Hunter softly. "Bah", dismissing the thought and getting back to the task of preparing camp for the night.
Only when the fire is lit, and the camp set, the Hunter lays to rest on a collection of Furs. The cave he passed through to get to the small circular clearing was empty except for the few natives, which Beast was left to deal with at his leisure. "Beast never sleeps while we are here Blixx, this is where I....." The Orcs thought cut short by the unexpected sight of not one, but two wolves at his side. "Sharptooth, I did not expect you." The Frostwolf stood a few feet further back from where Blixx lay, white fur blending with the shadows and snow."A welcome suprise. Thank you my old friend." After some sort of exchange between the two wolves, unseen even to the Hunter, who spoke with them often, Blixx rose to his feet and slowly walked off into the darkness. Looking back to Sharptooth,"This must be important.", his voice pinged with curiosity. Something to take his mind of the recent events. " Why has Drek'Thar sent you to me?"
They sat for sometime, alone, eyes locked. The exchanges between them were always deep and insightful to the Orc. "I understand" his only respons to what the wolf had layed out for him. The message from Drek clear. It is time to sing the Lok'tra. He is near his goal. "My time is coming,Sharptooth..." The fires now burning hot again inside him. "...and in the end, the Lok'vadnod she hears in the Alterac Valley will carry my name! Terum, Orc Hunter! Not that of a corpse!"