“Just a little farther, Greywind…”
Her voice was tired, causing the worg to rub up against her leg comfortingly. It would be over soon, he knew. Though the snow and ice clung to them like burrs, neither seemed horribly discomfited by them. There would be time for warmth and creature comforts later. Now was time for…
The worg lifted his nose to the wind, grunting to his partner as his tongue lolled out of his mouth in anticipation. The woman beside him paused, her silver eyes looking at him intently, “Where is it, boy?” She said encouragingly, “Find it! Find it, Greywind!”
With a half-bark the great, black worg bounded off through the snow, headed toward a high ridge, his mistress not two feet behind him. Both woman and elf raced through the howling winds, bounding over snow-locked stone and hill. Almost as one the leapt off a cliff facing, landing with bursts of snow and ice below. Blood raced through them, filling them with the song of the Hunt, making them forget the cold and desolation of this place.
Greywind’s howl of glee reached the Huntress’ ears, and she pulled back her hood as she drew an arrow from her quiver, notching it to her bowstring. She sighted along the shaft, watching as the black worg leapt forward at the unsuspecting ghoul as it shambled across the tundra.
Steady… She told herself, taking careful aim along the arrow. Steady… She waited for Greywind to move the ghoul into a perfect position, giving her a clear shot of its unprotected back. Now!
The arrow sang across the intervening space, cutting the air with a quiet whistle before landing with a dull thud into the ghoul’s back. It ceased its attacks on her lupine companion, turning to face her with its hollow eyes, “Blergh? Raurgggggh!” It bellowed as it charged toward her, Greywind close on it’s heels as he harried it from behind.
She pulled another arrow from her quiver, specially tipped with a dazing powder. Not enough to stop it, but enough to ensure she could get back to range. She fired the arrow, causing the ghoul to cease his charge, making it only stumble forward blindly as it clawed the powder from its face. From behind, Greywind let out a furious howl and once more bit into the ghoul’s thigh, re-capturing its attention. The worg growled maliciously at the shambling undead, biting and clawing at every opportunity until the snow beneath their feet was a sickly red from the creature’s ichor.
The Huntress unleashed a barrage of black-fletched fury, needling the ghoul with a hail of arrows. Ultimately, it pitched forward into the snow, unmoving, as Greywind paced around it restlessly. The worg eyed it with caution, as if he expected the undead to rise again to fight them. The Huntress padded forward, patting the worg’s head, “No more for this one, not today,” she said. Greywind merely licked her hand in response, his tongue warm, wet, and oddly comforting.
She knelt in the red-tinged snow, reaching her hand into the stinking corpse of the ghoul and snapping off a rib bone. She eyed it curiously a moment, evaluating it for her needs. Finding it satisfactory, she stuffed it into a satchel at her back, “One down, nine to go…” she sighed. Rising to her feet, she nodded to Greywind and together they trotted off in search of more undead to slay.
In Northrend, they did not have to search far.