I’m no amateur. I’m not naive in the ways of the beast, by any measure. I’ve tracked countless beasts across Azeroth’s landscapes. Some, I’ve tamed as companions. Others, I’ve slaughtered to further my ends, when they provided nourishment, materials, or simply a periodic honing of my skills.
Since early on in my time as a master of all things wild, I’ve had an innate ability to “find” whatever beast or person I need to find. Later, that skill developed along with the rest, allowing me to become in tune with the undead, the demonic, the forces of the elements, and even those who would use illusion to deceive and destroy me.
But this beast… THIS beast… had been eluding me for what seemed like ages.