Yu Lin Bloodhawk and Sylvanas rode their gryphons down into the ranks as the troops entered the Valley of Trials. The route into the valley was far too rugged and treacherous, so all the troops taking the narrow trail traveled light. Apart from their armor, they carried only a bow, a quiver of arrows, and a little food.
Although they had brought their battle pets' armor as well, they had only one quiver of arrows each. Such meager war supplies could never sustain a battle. After all, Rangers now made up the bulk of the force. Without enough arrows, wouldn't they be forced to fight with melee weapons? That would pit their weaknesses against the enemy's strengths.
Yu Lin Bloodhawk and Sylvanas were now waiting for the arrows to arrive. As for food supplies, only a small quantity of dried meat would be delivered, but that meat was not for the soldiers. It was for their battle pets.
The members of the Windrunner Burning Legion's Frostwolf Clan Regiment all had worgs as battle pets, while those in the City Lord's Household Guard had dire wolves. These creatures were pampered meat-eaters, and Yu Lin Bloodhawk knew the High Elf soldiers would sooner go without meat themselves than let their pets do without.
The soldiers themselves could only subsist on the magical water and bread they conjured. Otherwise, how could the mottled boars they hunted along the way possibly feed eighteen hundred wolves all the way to the northern cave?
Besides, twelve hundred of those worgs were voracious eaters as big and sturdy as cattle. Add another six hundred slightly smaller dire wolves, and how could hunting along the way possibly provide enough meat for them all?
Dried meat, however, was different from fresh meat. It was not particularly heavy, but it