Triple digit paw came through the kodo hide drapes that made the doors to the huts as horns blared their sounds of war, the camp was busy with activity as along side came the massive wolf, eyes of red with onyx rough pelt stepping onto the snow covered earth of the Frostwolf Fort. Black hooves took their step forward, an orc rushed past the behemoth of a tauren female as braids mixed in her fur along with two dangling down either side of her neck while the curved black horns framed in the muzzle as oval ears pricked up alert as the nostrils pushed out hot air making visible clouds in the cold winter landscape.

"The Alliance are past Iceblood Tower! Make ready to guard the front gate!"

An orc yelled out as yet another ring of the battle drums rang clear like a pulse that was familiar and a comfort to all horde as true as the Earth Mother's very pulse.

The tauren female reached over to place a hand on the head of the wolf, in turn he nuzzled and licked her palm affectionately as he too was ready for the hunt as her twin sanguine eyes looked to the armor smith hammering out crude armor and weapons, peons passing back and forth bringing armor scraps from the battlefield from discard and fallen bodies of alliance. Stepping into her hut as she picked up that bow shaped into wings of a phoenix, a quiver filled with those timeless arrows given from the Timewarden himself and then right hand gripped that ancient long polearm that was forged in probably the pits itself by demons; Shivering Felspine.

Upon her head was the gronn helm although seeming to be a mini ogre with roaming eyes she cared little for it would protect her thick hide, the wolf at her side was placed on his battle gear for not only was he her hunting companion but her proud wolf mount as a mask placed on with a saddle with spikes in which to ram people into trees or off their mounts. Back out into the camp they went at a trot alongside him first before she leapt onto his back holding the polearm like a lance to knock some paladin off his mount with a spinning wing clip sending the horse tumbling forward. As she spun around bow came out, arrow notched into it as it was fired with arcane magic into the human's side and then she turned to see a draenei advancing when her wolf leapt tackling the shaman to the ground interrupting his cast.

Bovine mistress twisted again in agony as a warlock placed his spells upon her causing her knees to bend when those blood red eyes glowed with anger and in her wrath as she was joined in the rage with her faithful wolf as the warlock attempted to send her in fear but she would not stop firing her arrows until he fell in the form of a pin cushion. Another came towards her but it was a blood elf in plate placing his hands upon her shoulder to whisper a prayer of healing and with a grunt and a nod.

"The fight isn't over young one, the war will never stop... and the alliance shall fall! For the Horde!"

Her battle cry sounded as she charged in like a stampeding bull with others rallied by her call for battle; orcs, blood elves, taurens, shamans and trolls all became a wave of destruction. When all was said and done, when the last human stopped breathing, when the last draenei fall in a desperate cry, when the last night elf whimpering in pain, when the gnomes were punted into submission and dwarves fell over in defeat; Alterac Valley once more became quiet. But like all things... nothing lasts forever.