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Eversong forest was calm was the wind whistled through the forever golden and autumn trees. The trees themselves seemed to flow and sway with curved trunks and branches as if sculpted by the breeze themselves. Despite being far north the grass was always a lush green and the weather always pleasant. Trickling streams cut paths through the forest, softly babbling as many frogs sang from lilly pads close to their shores. Birds joined the chorus making the place simply come alive.
But all was not perfect in this magic forest. A predator sought his prey, or rather bounty. This was not the sort of place for a darkspear troll to travel due to the Armai influence but money was money. And this troll had a bounty on another worth enough coin to risk the trip. A three fingered blue hand touched a foot print, his amber eyes looking towards the path that they headed. His blue skin was mostly covered in brown mail armor. Laying next to him was his prized bow, made completely from bones. His hair was styled long with the majority braided back into a thick braid, although his bangs did threaten his vision from time to time. His tusks were small and upturned with the left being adorned with a gold ring. More gold rings and bones hung from his long pointed ears.
A lanky long legged scraggly worg came next to him, her grey fur long and wooly around her neck. Unlike most worgs in the Eastern Kingdoms and Kalimdor, this worg was from Northrend. The difference being her thin lanky form and her huge fangs growing from her top jaw down instead of the other way around. Her nose sniffed the ground where the track was and the troll placed a hand on her shoulder to ruffle her long fur. Her gold eyes looked up briefly as she gave a soft grumble. "Ja. I see it too. Tha otha troll headed towards a dangerous place. But dat be nothin' to us Chui." He said as he stood up, the bone necklaces that hung from his neck clanked quietly. Picking up his bow he darted off with his worg at his heels, following the tracks.
The bounty he aimed to collect was another troll. From what tribe he didn't know. Not that it mattered. Most trolls aside from a small hand full were hostile towards one another. This was nothing personal for the head huner Raziax, it was just business.