Walk with the Earth Mother, bitch.

A soft rustling as though wind blowing through the trees. Eyes glimmer in the darkness. The feline-form druid waits for his prey. His ear twitches at the sound of foliage crunching beneath leather boots. Not long now.

Closer and closer his prey moves, unaware of the danger lurking in the shadows. A human this time. Much too easy.

The tauren waits until the perfect moment to spring the trap. He attacks, claws and teeth tearing into his unsuspecting enemy.

Later, back at camp and back in his tauren form, he would recount the tale of how the human fell before him as his teeth dug into the scout's soft flesh. However, his elaborite retelling of how he tracked the scout for hours through the dense underbrush of Ashenvale was interrupted by the sudden pealing of warhorns, the sound of stomping kodo and the eager shouts of warriors excited for battle.

The Horde was on the move.