The Ironsong Tribe

Eyes closed, she knelt in the middle of her hut. Braziers gave the room a dull glow, while their embers gave it a much-needed warmth. The magical incense she'd added to them sped her descent into the trance, to better meditate and listen to the voices. Yes, the voices that called her to head North and chilled her to her core, despite the heat from the braziers.

Yes, it was time to make her own path, to come out from beneath the shadow of her sisters, Lhuurssa and Bhaatuur. It was nigh time for Kraala Bloodmoon to eclipse their sun.

She'd followed the trail from her sister's abandoned hut in Orgrimmar. It had led to the North, into a land of biting cold and firece creatures. She'd lost the path at that point, but she'd still tried to pick up any sign of her. It was not to be, and she howled into the freezing wind at the loss.

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