Hunting Party

It took three days to leave Nagrand. When towering cloudspruce trees came into view, Nathanos knew they had entered Terokkar Forest—the name it had borne during the Outland era.

After several days of travel, Alexstrasza made her first request of him. Seeing that Draenor also had lakes as clean and clear as those of Azeroth, the Queen of Dragons's eyes brimmed with delight. She said to Nathanos, "I want to bathe."

The wait was not long. During that time, The Witherer summoned his Undead Hound and had it stand guard nearby. He then built a fire on the ground. The flickering flames reflected in Nathanos's eyes.

"What are you thinking about?"

Only then did Alexstrasza's sweet voice snap The Witherer out of his daze. He let out a soft breath and glanced at the Red Dragon in her Elf form. Water still clung to the exposed skin of the Lifebinder. Seeing this, he handed her a waterskin.

"It's warm? Thank you." Alexstrasza took several sips while carefully observing the Forsaken's changing expression. "How is it?" she asked, guessing that Nathanos had already scouted the area while she was bathing.

"So far, I haven't seen any Orcs around here."

"We didn't come here to find Orcs."

"Of course. But I haven't seen any Draenei either."

That was not strange. The rise of the Orc Horde must have left the Draenei terrified. They were likely all hiding within their own cities.

"And finding the Draenei alone won't be enough. We'll need to earn their trust as well."

"I spoke with some Draenei before. Their cities on Draenor used to be protected by magic around the outskirts. Outsiders couldn't see them."

Alexstrasza had thought her words would put Nathanos in a difficult position, but she saw a smile on the Undead's face instead.