by Pook The forest in Ashenvale was still, quiet. Quiet except for a few sounds, cutting across the air like punctuation. The surface of the large, still lake rippled as a rock was tossed in, water rushing up around it as it hit, making a noise which was quickly followed by a high giggle. There was a rustling of brush behind her. She stopped, still, and scented the air, her little nose twitching. She blinked down at the creature curiously, tilting her head, scenting to see if it had any more fish. "Rrrow?" "Pook!" she said, imitating the sound.