"Help..Get help...Friend, Troll...Bad..." Blackfang lopes uneasily down the streets of Silvermoon, as if chased by something. His increasing worry over his friend has reached a peak tonight; Blackfang must seek help, or at least take out his aggresions on something. Not being able to pick up a friendly scent anywhere, Blackfang makes his way towards the grounds outside the city. Blackfang thinks (in his own muddled way) about how his friend has changed over the course of a short time. Doing this, he almost runs into one of the Arcane Guardians roaming the city.