The days seemed to come and go a bit more peacefully. Storms were less in the lands of the Northrend continent and still the same beasts continued to float around its surrounding layers. Mages seemed to have taken root more deeply into the lands, arcane energy flowed through nearly everything, giving the creatures themselves special abilities, and the constant shadow of blue dragons drifted over its exspanses as the ever looming threat of the crazed Malygos hovered over everyone's secret fears. Various plants grew even in the snow as they crystalized in their frozen shells; only skilled herbalist could reap them without damaging the precious foliage sleeping beneath ice that had not yet wilted away into the cold and despair...some even thrived. It was odd in the frozen barren waste lands. Creatures with thick skin or fur coated bodies, seemed to live and wander the snowy lands; and even in some places in the middle of the freezing death there was green, live and warm as a summer's day kept free of the world that circled it like vultures.

         Here among the snows, the wooly mammoths and the ugly magantuar beasts, was the one place where one did not feel the old as she might have long ago. Her hooves sunk deep into snows as another layer was steadily falling from the skies. Its white flakes drifting, landing on the strange red scaled armor with its ever moving, watchful eyes that seemed embeded into her very fur while that long, sharp and skilledly crafted polearm used like a walking stick stabbed into the banks, and nostrils exhaled the hot air from her long, heavy lungs. White horns pointed down and curved, sitting like a broken crown upon her tauren head. Twin long braids came from the bristled mane to dangle over the large breasts, and her own red eyes peered through the curtain of white. Curved, long, and pointed ears pricked up to move like radar listening tools, silent paws moved atop the snow in a grace her heavy lumbering form could never acquire. Her black pelt matched her own in shade, yet its thickness kept its own living heat inside the wolf. Larger than many others like his kind, perhaps it was being raised, running with the female hunter and the things he fed upon caused him to look a bit more monsterous, yet the devotion and companionship was still the same.

        Here in Dragonblight, a land that seemed forgotten by the gods, held in the gasp of the Dragon Aspects who had come from their hiding caves to show the world they were not completely alone in their chase to make the world a little bit better. Ysera the Dreamer, how long had it been since she laid eyes upon the very dragon that once commanded her healing abilities and growth of life itself? Red eyes looked down at her right palm as if looking to a piece that had once been within her grip; a warmth, a life that once was her own. What was her purpose now?

        The wolf, sensing the thoughts stirring in his master's presence, nudged her gently to keep her from drifting into the constant question and confusion that was her existence as a creature that wasn't tauren, wasn't undead or even alive...but the life of a golem.

        Watching as she lowered that same hand to caress his fur in comfort for her own, pushing forward through the snow heading towards Wyrmrest Temple, the sights of those great lizards fighting in the air against the blue dragonflight, the beast watched in a slight sorrow. He remembered when she had saved him as a young pup from being poached, just as the rest of his pack had been by the humans thinking they had been attacking the flocks when it obviously had been the Gnolls and Kobolds. He could still remember the cage around him, the humans looming over him as they were aiming their rifles at him ready to aim when there came a thundering that shook the very earth. A bellowing charge released, back in the day her body was still new, still looked like some huge clay figure with fur barely clinging to areas and leathery armor coating the frame. Yet the fiery red eyes made it seem as if a demon-possessed tauren had come upon the camp. She gored them, knocked them aside and they fired everything they could at her, yet it merely stuck into the clay form. In their fear, because she refused to fall, they bolted.

        Looming over the cage, covered in blood, arrows protruding from her frame as air came from her nostrils like steam, and with those pair of three-digit grasps, she tore off the roof of the cage, flinging it away.

       "You are free, my friend, run away... run far away from here... you aren't safe in this forest anymore."

       With that, she turned, walking away as the rage left her only slightly; there was anger, pain, sorrow and confusion so apparent in her aura that the young wolf felt afraid of her, unable to move as she steadily walked away. After she was gone, crawling from the cage as there was no home, no pack to return to, he followed the only scent that granted in any remote way, safety. He tracked the strange beast that had saved him from certain death.

      Finding her sitting by a river staring intently upon her reflection, he hid, merely watching and observing. Ears were the only recognition that she knew he was there, yet made no voicing to call him out even when she stood up walking downstream to an open patch of the forest where she hunkered down to rest, and after making sure she wasn't going to move again the wolf went off to hunt. He first caught a rabbit, eating one to sate his own growling belly, he then claimed another, keeping it in his jaws as he slowly approached the sleeping tauren-like creature and placed it in her lap. A hand rose to pet the pelt, the first sign of the friendship that was forged that day as he refused to leave her side, hunting with her and protecting her from any unneeded attacks.

        He watched the bovine trek through the snow, not hindered by her weight pushing down or the cold creeping on her, her tail constantly swaying calmly behind her when she paused, turning to smile at her companion and gave a whistle. He barked back, giving a happy wag of his tail as he bolted like a pup running over to dance around her, then lead the way causing her to laugh. She only smiled at him, the only friend she had that never failed to be at her side; and he wouldn't give it up for anything in the world. She was his pack now.