I know, this chapter took waaaaay too long to get out. I try to make up by posting a fairly long one this time. I'll try my best to get the next one out sooner!

Rather silent travelling through the landscape had made resent swell in size. As the two of them walked, Taiva found the time to try and figure out why.

It's not the constant snow treading, the occasional slip of footing on ice, nor the thwacking received every time I have to push through more foliage.

Now was one of those times again, and Taiva shoved the branches to the side. She couldn't even feel the claw like twigs pulling at her frozen skin. By now it had almost become an automatic motion, one foot after the other, regardless of the irksome obstacles.

No. She thought. It's not that.

She looked behind her, and only had to catch the slightest glimpse of darker moving shapes between the gaps in the dead thicket. She knew what they were. Her friend looked back too, cocking her head partially over her shoulder. Vivid, unmasked frustration flooded onto her visage in the form of a twisted half-frown. Taiva then knew why she felt the way she did.

It's Sestri. It simply was.

"They've been following us for the past half hour." The woman said. Even with the expression Taiva had seen, Sestri managed to keep the emotions out of her voice.

"I've noticed that myself, but I don't exactly think that could be such a bad thing in this situation." The white-haired druid's reply was simple, and she, like Sestri, kept her true emotions concealed. An apathetic expression only laced her tone.

"Why is that?"

"Did you not see what happened back there?"

Sestri stopped walking and turned around completely to face Taiva. "I did. Perhaps more than you think." The other woman's silver eyes began to wander, as if she were sorting out some thoughts in her own mind.

Taiva halted her own pace too, gazing resentfully at the other druid in the bushes up ahead. "Well, now that you've brought that up, that raises quite a few questions. Let's start with 'where the hell were you?"

She treaded in the snow with about the same grace of a crippled bird, almost tripping when her foot caught under some roots hidden beneath the icy flakes. "Anyways," Taiva said, regaining a stern footing and passing the dark haired druid. "If we don't keep up a good pace, they're bound to catch up sooner or later."

"No. Hold it." Taiva felt the woman's hand on her shoulder as Sestri said that, a bit more roughly than what she would have expected from her.

"You have more than enough explaining to do yourself. Don't think you're getting out of it so easily."

Taiva made sure not to swallow the non-existent lump that seemed to be forming in her throat. She felt a sort of pang- a brief, sharp jolt in her chest. The druid's lips parted but she couldn't get a grasp at what words to choose, how to explain. "It's... too much of a long story." She looked back into expectant, prompting eyes of cold steel. She knew then merely from that look that Sestri wasn't going to let her slide so easily.

Sestri pursed her lips. "We have the time." She prodded. "This walk returning to the fortress needs not be a silent one. So tell me. How do you know them?"

Taiva's protests were quieted by quiet itself. The dark-haired woman pushed on through some more clawing twigs, an unspoken sign for her to follow. Given the circumstances the last time she fell behind, Taiva practically pelted after her.

"I don't understand what happened myself. I mean, it was a misunderstanding- not that much big of a deal." Taiva shrugged, trying to find a simple way to explain things to the back of the other woman's head.

The fact she almost killed his pet and had a gun pointed at her head wasn't a big deal? Taiva couldn't even agree with herself on that one, but decided not to spill the details so soon.

She imagined Sestri to be frowning, the corners of her mouth twitching irritably. It always seemed to when she spoke to her as of late. An unappeasable, calculating woman had replaced the young girl she knew, and that very woman would let herself show every bit of distaste she felt towards Taiva's words, and none satisfaction when the two actually did manage to start up a good conversation- something that relatively reminded the other woman of the 'good old days'.

Whether or not she told the full truth, Taiva felt as though the reactions from Sestri would be the same. Her bitter-tinged frown, eyes as empty and dismal to stare at as if they were her lost friend's own grave. They might as well be, because all they did now was provide proof that the rebellious, youthful girl was gone.

Sestri stopped bothering about it altogether after that, and quiet engulfed the pair yet again, like the weeds the night elf felt were engulfing her, pulling at her ankles, relentlessly dotted around the terrain. Prolonged travelling brought Wintergrasp's bleached landscape drifting past the two of them. Or four of them. She had almost forgotten what had once been a gift in itself, now a curse, did nothing but fuel the tension between the pair. Taiva pondered on the fact things could have been better had she been the one to save Sestri from that creature, and those trolls had been no where to be seen.

They were getting close to Wintergrasp fortress. It was a stretching silhouette of deep grays over bleached hills that created the skyline. They both stopped their pace just along the barrier of foliage, a wall of bush just before it began to thin out into a terrain of solid ice and snow.

Sestri turned around to face Taiva, and the expression she assumed on her friend was seen. She bent down backwards on something, a sigh passing through her lips as her feet lazily dragged forwards into the snow in the process.

An old hunk of rounded wood. A rust-rimmed barrel, upon further inspection. That too was a sign they were getting a lot nearer. But Sestri quickly disregarded that, and replaced the disregard on Taiva that had been in action since their last shared words with a fixating gaze. She crossed one leg over the other, slumping and cradling the side of her face with a gloved hand.

The white haired druid stood a little way in front of her, waiting all but patiently until her friend's full deep-blue lips parted. Sestri had always had a big mouth, literally, and it looked as if it were in a constant pout because of it, but what had been almost an amusing, cute, even attribute was something Taiva now found quite irritating.

"So you don't know them?" She finally said, pools of dim light looked ahead, into the night elf that loomed above her.

Taiva was silent. Her teeth dug lightly into her bottom lip, an effort without prevail to prevent herself from saying something stupid.

"Answer me, Taiva! Let me know the two animals who are following us didn't just save our lives for the point of turning us in to be killed later."

"No, I don't know them." That was only partial truth, and a partial lie. The standing woman shifted around in her spot, uneasiness creeping upon her.

"Let me answer your questionings now." Sestri jutted a finger out in an accusing kind of way. It matched her tone well. "If what you told me was actually true, things would have played out much, much more differently back there. I wouldn't ever hesitate to kill someone who was threatening to do the same to you. Especially a bunch of strangers we came here to rid of in the first place." Her eyes were narrow now, silver light shining through it's slits.

"I might not know what you or they were saying in that rather elaborate conversation in Orcish, but I couldn't help but wonder how such strangers called you by your name. I know the word Taiva, and that is that. Intrigued, I waited. Not one to spoil the fun with your newly acquired friends, hm?" Sestri threw up her hands, straightening herself up in a sign of giving in. "You know them in one way or another, and hell, I give up on trying to figure it out." She stood up, spinning on her heels to face the mass of shadowy stone that befitted them on the horizon.

"Sestri…" Taiva murmured, after hearing the bout of rant from her friend.

The woman only looked back briefly, cocking her head over her shoulder before she was spurred on. "I give up." There was a hidden meaning beneath the dark-haired druid's words, like she said what she said not on the situation, but everything about the two of them in general. Taiva caught that, and clenched her fists to her side until the knuckles showed bone white through lilac skin. Then she saw something in the other woman crack.

Sestri spun around again, while halfway pushing through the twigs, head shaking in frustration.

"You know what? I didn't even know what I'd find when I got to you. I liked believing, through all this time apart, that you'd have changed one way or another. I decided it'd be time to grow up. You— you have only shown me you have grown far more naïve."

Sestri crossed her arms, long, thin brows furrowed with agitation. "You must have pissed them off somehow. I don't know how, and you won't tell me." She inhaled and exhaled deeply, winter-chilled mist making puffs in the air. "They're going to kill us. And I'm not keeping myself around them until that can happen." She was turned around again; raven blue hair whipping around her shoulder.

"Sestri, just hear me out." Taiva tried to persuade her, reaching out to pull on her shoulder.

"I give up." She said, throwing her hand at the other druid's to bat it away. Sestri was gone soon after. Taiva witnessed her friend dissolve into the shadows of the thorny hedge around them.

Taiva was spurred on only by the simple fact the woman was out there, and so were the very creatures she had intended to avoid upon coming to the blasted place to begin with. She thought she was lucky just not encountering any of them in the place they were said to be. She travelled through all of the Borean Tundra with nothing but the dismal meeting of some troll hunter, and not a scourge in sight, but when she'd came somewhere they didn't belong, they were there. How ironic.

They could be anywhere, at any given moment, and as mindless as they were, they'd never have the fear to attack. That was surely obvious. Images of what had happened beforehand- what looked to be Jul'dan blindly firing his gun into the fray, that lurid animal's shrill cries, it's limbs twisting beneath it when the rogue's blade met it's neck, flashed through the night elf's mind. Frankly, it delivered a fair amount of chills down Taiva's spine every now and then as she waited for something to happen- anything that could possibly be either Sestri or one of the creatures.

Finally she called it quits to the idea of waiting altogether. Taiva could never live with herself knowing Sestri had run off and gotten slaughtered because of some argument they got into. Those parting words echoed through her mind. 'They're going to kill us'.

They were going to kill her, they likely being one of the creatures, rather than a couple of trolls Sestri seemed to have her accusations against. They were going to kill her, and Taiva didn't want to wait around and let that happen.

Now snow and ice lapped at the back of Taiva's heels as each bounding stride disturbed pressed, frozen terrain. Shifting winds, bursts of cold air stung her face like a million tiny pin-pricks, but she'd never stop her pace, like the creatures and their slaughter, it was relentless. Wintergrasp fortress' foreseen presence, a dark, long shape seen over the small fells of the area from where they had been before, was rapidly growing larger in size. The night elf opted for a side entrance into one of the courtyards to keep clear of the path, which would help her keep clear of other more dire things as well. It was only when she was mere feet from it, when her head was stirred into a mass of blunt, dizzying pain she only had worsened with her bit of a run did she decide to stop. Sestri could have found a way in, and she simply couldn't go on. One way or another, the moment called for the girl to edge her way around the thick, towering wall of stone until she found a way inside.

Taiva allowed her fingers to travel along its sides, a dismal sort of support as she stumbled about; jagged steps and heavy pants, vision blurred into murky shapes and figures around her— what she only assumed to be the wall and it's stony engravings. Her numb hands, which gave little aid considering their lack of sensation, smoothed over countless edge and rim, looking for what might be a column of some sort, an indication of any type where a narrow archway was placed between walls. It could be a doorway too small for a vehicle to fit by, where guards would stand to assure those who could were not an enemy. The dark shadows consuming her sight did none to help the trivial search, but after Taiva did regain her breath and composure, what was before her overwhelmingly flooded into her vision.

Even Sestri, who was a skeptic at best, would be taken aback. It wasn't that the entire length of the wall lacked some sort of gape or corridor- no, those were plentiful; it was that each and every hole within the mass of stone were nothing but empty spaces in between pieces of collapsed rubble. The entire fortress was in complete ruin.

Taiva's eyes widened at the entire sight of it; every bit of her wanting to scream out for Sestri's name. This wasn't right. Wintergrasp Fortress was way too resistant to damage to be like this, and if it ever did get that way, for sure either faction who had claimed it would make quick work to fix it up before another assault upon them could happen. Everywhere the night elf looked lay boulders, lumped together and varying in size- signs that the place had once been a vigorous garrison.

If that wasn't enough, her very nightmare of a situation was confirmed when she took another deep inward breath; one filled with the vile stench of blood and rot. Taiva stumbled backwards, looking to go somewhere- anywhere away from the place and find that woman. It was awful. It occupied her nostrils in the most indecent way, but that, nonetheless, was short lived. With another jagged step back, the druid hit something large behind her- too soft to be a hunk of rock. She almost screamed, and hell, she very well wanted to, but arms shot around her waist, pulling her sharply backwards some more. Frigid hands moved over her mouth- gaped and ready to yell out, in enough time so that the screech of hers was muffled.

Taiva felt like she was drowning in the being's hold. And she would have sworn she was about to die, if it wasn't for the fact the being that did hold her's hand was coated in and smelled of cured leather- not decayed flesh.

She caught a glimpse of grey-blue and dark hide armor in the flurry, and her fight was stronger than perhaps it would be had she been grasped by an undead instead. Something went hissing past her ear, and wriggling movents, for the most part, were quelled.

"Yah gots ta be quiet." The voice was a nearly inaudible buzz; a mere whisper in comparison to her muffled protests. Being handled like this again, perhaps even without the intent of having her neck severed, brought Taiva to shame. She thought there and then she should have gone after Sestri before, and not wait for something that would never happen, which would be her coming back. After the angered woman disappeared, Taiva had stood in the thicket; dumbfounded and too concerned Sestri would be a lot more pissed off if she decided to follow her.

The hands yanked her back again, and the night elf practically went limp. She felt ashamed and invaded. As her worn boots went treading backwards with all but grace, and as she was forcedly moved to the offender's own demands, Taiva dreaded the thought of Sestri watching; seeing yet again her association with the newly met trolls. Why was he doing this?

Her questions would need to wait, and although Taiva had a great deal of reluctance to it, she participated a lot more as the male blindly guided her somewhere else. His thick hand was still wrapped firmly around her mouth for caution's sake. The night elf soon found that they were backtracking; that she had been pulled into the very thicket she and Sestri had spent hours finding their way out of to begin with.

Twigs clawed at the side of her face, adding to the growing collection of nicks and bruises from the most recent affairs. As soon as she felt the male's grip loosen, before the hands were even all off of her altogether, Taiva went twisting around, a quick escape from the uncomfortable grip.

"Fucking rogues." She spat, satisfying the urge for words to leave her smothered mouth. Taiva suddenly backed up, and her hands smoothed down the ruffled robe from where the troll had grabbed her; her best attempt to touch up shattered pride. "I've had enough of you as of late. How long were you spying on me?" She set a hard glare on Dakjo, corners of her lips twitching irritably to the troll's smug expression. He had still kept his hood off from when she'd last seen him- it was a thin veil of fabric that hung loosely along his nape.

"Long enough ta know you be headin' in tha right direction' ta kill ya self." He said, shrugging nonchalantly.

She cocked an eyebrow at him. "You? Concerned about me killing myself? It seemed to be quite the opposite just awhile ago." Taiva made little attempt to hide the skepticism in her voice.

"Dah whole place be caved in. Rubble, bricks, no way ta gets inside."

"Shameful, I know. What does that have to do with anything?"

"Portals be in dere. Can't count ah time dey not be a help headin' on over ta Dalaran, easy.

"Well you know, as uh-" She tilted her head to the side and did a quick look over to the troll's form, making gestures in the air. "Bulky as you are, it's not your fault you can't get in. Sooner or later I'll find a way to squeeze by. It's really not my problem if you're all stuck out here and whatnot."

Dakjo's fingers rested on the satchel that carried his daggers; some sort of primitive instinct he had. Truthfully, it made Taiva a bit uncomfortable, but for the entire ordeal so far, she'd try and keep on a calm face. She had done it before.

"Besides, Sestri ran off because of you and your little show back there." The elf inquired. "Pretty damn convinced you have only mal-intents. I'd have to agree with her on that."

The troll waved his hand sideways in the air. "Dere be bodies all 'round tha place too. This elf was gon' join 'em befo' she even find a way inside. Bodies mean tha things be wanderin' ahbout." Dakjo had finished toying with his blades, but looked off to the side, and jutted a thumb out quickly in the druid's direction.

Taiva only continued. "She disappeared off somewhere, and I know, without a doubt that she got inside. Can't help you, but I'm sure you'll manage." Taiva had her own sarcastic undertone in her last words, but she secretly believed what she said as true. The night elf remembered how fast the hunter was to shoot the thing that was creeping up on Sestri, and how quickly the rogue was on top of it. She realized that Dakjo was no longer talking to or looking at her, but someone else, suddenly, and dared to follow his gaze. Of course.

Taiva let her frown melt into a grin. A nervous one, at that. "Jul'dan." She murmured, eyes fixating on the other male, dumbstruck. It was all she really could say. Taiva had been too engulfed in talking off the rogue that she didn't take the slightest look around. Surely enough, there was the hunter. And there was the woman. Even when Taiva said she was positive she'd gotten inside the fortress, she was, without a doubt, proved wrong.

Sestri had reclaimed her post since her little rant; plopped down on the hunk of wood and staring at the other druid with panicked eyes. Taiva would have also noticed before now, if she had looked around a bit, that Jul'dan had the barrel of his gun sturdily set on her back.

"Changed our minds, have we? Nice to see you've returned." The white haired druid nodded towards the captivated night elf, hesitant at first.

"Don't flatter yourself. I received the same treatment as you, Taiva."

"Got dragged half way across Azeroth and into the bushes again?"

"Nope. Better." Sestri butted the barrel of the hunter's gun, indicating with her shoulder.

Taiva put on a brilliant smile, clasping her hands together. "Alright. It's been a pleasant reunion. Or hostage situation." She declared, once again reverting to orcish. "You know, Jul'dan, I'm pretty sure you're not the kind of guy, but she thinks you're going to shoot her."

"Eh, had ta do somethin' ta get her 'ere. Ya friend don' tunderstand me."

Taiva already thought it out. Language really was one of the strongest barriers. This barrier was the only thing she considered herself to have control over at the moment.

"You really have to learn to stop pointing guns at whomever you please. It makes you come off rather harsh. And I'd like to leave now." She indicated, taking a step in the direction of the uneasy woman and away from the rogue. As Taiva drew nearer, the hunter's bear brought the bulk of his form closer to its master, snarling between its yellowed teeth.

"He doesn't have the guts to pull the trigger here. Can you run?" Taiva inquired, looming over Sestri. Even though she wasn't making eye contact with either troll, she could feel their inquisitive stares on her, burning hot holes into the back of her skull. They had no idea what she was saying, as it was the same for Sestri whenever she spoke to them. It could possibly work to her advantage.

Sestri shook her head, an odd motion added within the great deal of shaking her entire body was doing. Taiva hadn't seen her look so terrified before, and frankly, the fact Sestri was scared over a gun that wouldn't shoot scared her. "Run where? We have no where to go. I've checked the fortress up and over. It's completely barricaded. Some of those who spent their time trying to get in had their efforts cut short. Perhaps in a worse way than we have." The druid had echoed Dakjo's own words, even without knowing what he had said to Taiva. The gun wasn't what she was scared of. Taiva had been simply grabbed and dragged to oblivion by the rogue- in enough time that she hadn't seen the carnage either party referred to. She smelt it though. Maybe she should have considered herself lucky the horrible stench hadn't made itself a reality yet.

Dakjo cleared his throat- a gruff type of sound, making Taiva swivel in her place to face the rogue.

"Leave dis hell hole? Wouldn' we all like tah?" He said, snide smirk extending between two long, curved tusks.

She didn't even want to address Jul'dan when he then spoke after the other troll. "Not gunna happen fo' either of us should yah go runnin of into tha fray by yahselves."

Taiva winced. She dreaded to hear those words, mostly because she knew they were true.

The sky was a darkened mass of navy blue; clouds that looked heavy enough to promise a good storm or two extending beyond its horizon. Taiva was reminded of a tender bruise by them- one she felt could have easily formed on the side of her face since she'd irritated the rogue. She hated seeing the sun set over the fells in Wintergrasp's terrain. If she had been thinking of a night's sleep in the place before the dismal event occurred, she saw herself comfortably stowed away in a tent of some sort- none a witness to the ominous skyline, and little care on her mind to do with the scourge.

This was not the case though.

"Jul'dan," Taiva said, motioning to the hunter a little way across the clearing, "proposes that we head out and look for an encampment of some sort at sunrise tomorrow." She tossed a dry branch into the flames, making heated red embers fly up, then cool and blend into the snow as white ash. Timber wasn't difficult to find. Both of the trolls had gone to work and hacked down the irksome plants, so they'd have a clean area to conceal themselves within the brush throughout the night. There was a pile of discarded twigs not two far from the source of heat. "He believes that when we find one, Alliance or Horde, the other shouldn't be too far. Then it's a one way flight to Dalaran from there, and we all go home, no harm done, happy."

Taiva bent down and sat beside Sestri, legs crossed beneath her. The other druid had only continued her unrelenting gaze into the bonfire, face heavy with contemplation. "Why are you doing this, Taiva?" Sestri questioned, not even making an effort to look at the night elf.

Taiva shifted in her place. It was little to do with not being comfortable. She had gotten used to sleeping outdoors and all. It was because she had caught the hint of venom in Sestri's voice, which was enough to sprout a bit of uneasiness. "I just want out of here. You know our chances are better if-"

Sestri turned to face her, and though the shadows and orange glow of the flames hid her expression for the most part, her silver eyes beamed with unmasked distrust. "You just want out of here, exactly. You can easily find your own way yourself. I know flying is how you got here in the first place."

"Yes…" Taiva ventured warily. "but what about you?"

The other night elf released a sigh. "I never learned how to."

There was an unsettling silence after that, but Taiva spoke up.

"I wouldn't ever abandon you like that."

"Really now? It wouldn't make the first time." Sestri shook her head, displeased about some other things Taiva wasn't sure of. Taiva wasn't even sure what Sestri meant, but she soon didn't have the moment to ask, because the woman got up, leaving the other druid alone by the flames. "I can't believe this." She muttered, walking away.

Some rattling of the bushes indicated that Sestri had decided to go off venturing somewhere again. Taiva only bit her bottom lip back, hoping she wasn't running off with self-destructive tendencies. Eventually the night elf allowed herself to believe Sestri was looking for something to eat, or just wanted to be alone briefly, and began to relax by the warmth of the flames. She was relaxed, until she heard a tongue clicking in disappointment behind her.

Taiva turned her body somewhat, and then cocked her head over her shoulder to see the rogue, lazily reclined against a tree. "Where tha otha girl be at?" Dakjo inquired, a snide smirk plastered on his face like he very well knew what had happened. Taiva didn't think he did, she thought, rather, he'd use that expression for the point of making enemies believe he knew more than he actually did. She wouldn't be surprised though if he had taken in a few hints from their heated conversation in Darnassian. "She be off again. Fo' what reason?"

The night elf rolled her eyes, giving him a curt reply. "For what reason do you care?"

He lifted his hefty shoulders up in a shrug, then did something she found quite odd. Dakjo twisted around to dig through a sack on the ground by him, until he eventually pulled out something that looked to be a dark brown slab of dried meat, wrapped up in some cloth.

"Yah want some?" He asked, before taking one large piece and popping it into his mouth.

Taiva considered saying no; that she didn't want to take some random troll's food, especially since he seemed so bipolar in his decisions. Reluctantly though, Taiva nodded her head, putting her hand out. She took a greedy bite, forcedly making herself swallow down a tough hunk of it.

"Jul'dan's distancing himself, I see. Why is that?" She searched for something, anything that would break the awkward air around them. Sestri had gone off by herself again, and Taiva would likely find herself rather bored if she sat by the bonfire all night by herself. Jul'dan blankly patted the head of his bear from what she could see, staring into the fire with an empty gaze.

Dakjo stuck out one of his gloved fingers, pointing to her boot and still chewing on his slab of meat. Taiva looked at it, puzzled. He'd noticed the few holes she had, but she still didn't get the point.

"Knows I saw tha whole ting wit' you ahn him by dah borders." The troll declared after he swallowed the food. Taiva could even hear the gulp in his throat, and shuttered not only to that, but what the he had said.

It made sense now. Taiva rummaged back through the occurrences of the other day, and there, in that memory, she recalled the hunter telling her that those at his camp would kill her if they saw her. Was he referring to Dakjo? It made sense too, why the rogue referred to it as 'the whole thing'. What didn't seem like a big deal to Taiva at all was probably shattering to a troll's pride; letting her by without lead in her skull, and then later asking for help carrying his pet back. "By Elune, you make it sound so degrading, like something lewd happened between us."

"I ahlways called him dah softie, yah know. Weird, huh? Yah would tink dah older brotha be tha one to say dat."

"You two are— ?" By holding a knife to her throat and wanting to kill her, was Dakjo only looking to redeem a brother's lost pride by finishing off the elf he let slide by? Taiva said it in utmost disbelief, but when she took a second glance, she didn't know how she could have not believed it. Both trolls shared similar features; a broad, prominent chin, eyes of similar deep red, and a skin tone of dull bluish grey one could argue was practically the same on both of them. What she thought was because the entire race looked all similar, even between varying and unrelated people, was because the two trolls were related all along. She'd only noticed awhile ago after the rogue had pulled his hood off, but his and Jul'dan's hair colour were similar too, the rogue's not being orange-hued, but a deeper, richer shade of maroon.

The rogue interrupted Taiva's thoughts. "We be brothas." He finished her words, nodding and unrolling the cloth to stuff another flank of meat in his mouth. "Whats it to yah?"

"Nothing." She lied, a blank stare into the flames that licked the frozen air. Taken quite aback, she opted to change the subject.

Dakjo had already beat her to it, though. "I can fix tha boot." He said, once again jutting out a thick finger and pointing to the marred leather. Taiva, who had her emotions flickering and switching from unconcerned, to shocked, to irritated, was nothing like the rogue, who kept on a face that was pretty damn nonchalant the entire time.

"Oh, so you're a leatherworker now?"

Dakjo gave a proud nod- something that looked strange considering the lengthy tusks curling upwards from between his lips.

"Hrm, I don't know. It just looks as if you haven't repaired armor… or boots in that matter for at least a century. Tell me, did you truthfully cut out some holes in your shoes to needlessly have extra leather on your face?" She looked to the feet stretched out in front of him, and his exposed toes seemed to subconsciously curl as she said that.

"Hm." Dakjo reclined back against the rough bark of the tree, arms folded above his head in repose. He shot her a careless side glance. "Quite smart and amusin, Taiva tink of 'erself tah be." He said her name, coldly and degrading. In a way, it was worse than being called elfie, she found. "Elfie" was what she was; her name was who she was.

"Yah tink dey care 'bout how smart yah claim yerself ta be, how many threats yah give dem? Keep it up, and tha last sensation ya feel be tha rot creepin' over yah body." He pulled his arms from above him to his sides, giving another careless shrug.

"Aftah dat, well. Yah be wanderin round smellin' like ah raptor's leavins, and have bout' tha same state of mind as it too." The rogue waved his hand in the air in dismissal. "Tha annoying elf can leave now." He said, addressing her, seeming quite hell bent on getting some sleep.

Taiva cocked up a silver brow. "I leave? I find myself comfortable enough here."

"I don' argue wit' raptor shit." Dakjo stirred, repositioning himself so he was upright. He treaded in the snow and went around the bonfire. "Tha bruise be making yah face all pretty, by tha way." He said, throwing the remark over his large shoulder. Then he was gone, crossing over to Jul'dan's side of the flames. When he was there, Taiva saw the shadowed figure unroll the cloth containing the meat, and giving the slab of it that she yearned to have more of to the bear. Her stomach was a void mass, rumbling from what had only re-whetted her hunger.

Taiva reached up to lightly touch the pale lilac skin on her face, wincing when the pain swelled under her fingers where she had been hit. Sighing, the night elf slid over on the frozen earth, claiming the rogue's former spot against the tree. She recalled feeling as though something was wrong upon flying into Wintergrasp. Was she ever ignorant about that. Her only friend had abandon her, and with everything wrong like it was, she probably wouldn't be able to get the slightest bit of sleep, hadn't there been the gentle crackling of the fire.