“Quickly, the beast is close.” The snow was coming down hard. With the winds picking up it would cause a white out that would rob the orc scouting party of their one and only opportunity. It was wounded, a trail of red marking the path the beast had taken. Jerkik managed a remarkable shot that landed on the beast, a blessing from the spirits no doubt. The beast had stalked the clan for nights, stealing away with it’s victim in the cover of darkness. It was a creature they had never encountered before, and the local humans of Alterac called it the Iceshadow. -- “Keep reading whelp.” -- -- -- -- -- --