Based on experience on Earth, zebras were vicious-tempered equines that behaved like lunatics and were extremely hard to domesticate. But this was Azeroth, so perhaps things were different here? Maybe it was worth a try. If it worked, Yu Lin Bloodhawk would hit the jackpot. He would never have to worry about mounts again, and the vast Badlands would become a breeding ground for the High Elves' lion battle pets and clefthoof zebra mounts.
Time ticked by. After who knew how long, Sylvanas finally finished negotiating with the Night Elves.
As expected, the Night Elves allowed the High Elf fleet to dock at the long-abandoned harbor on Feralas's Darkshore, and all the troops aboard could land in Feralas. However, neither the fleet nor the troops could linger along Darkshore for too long. They were given only three days, though they could establish a liaison camp near the abandoned harbor, staffed by no more than two hundred soldiers.
In other words, the fleet could remain in Feathermoon Strait for three days at most, and the Frostwolf Clan Regiment and the City Lord's Household Guard who disembarked had to leave the Low Wilderness and head into central Feralas within that same period.
When Sylvanas and Onyxia found Yu Lin Bloodhawk, one look at Sylvanas's icy face told him she was deeply dissatisfied with the negotiations. He wisely avoided provoking her. He certainly did not dare cheekily say, "Girl, what's got you upset? Tell us so we can have a laugh." Saying that really could get his head smashed in. This girl fought dirty!
Onyxia was the exact opposite. She could wear a cheerful smile at any time, but no one knew whether she was happy this time because Sylvanas was unhappy. Yu Lin Bloodhawk strongly suspected that was the real reason Onyxia