It was approaching sunset as Runeclaw stood silently behind the large tree, one hand braced on the trunk as she peered around it. The sweet-scented Mulgore breeze ruffled the feathers in her hair as the sky blossomed red and gold behind the distant mountain ridge. Not too far away stood a weary Tauren. His muscular shoulders were hunched under the heavy burden of exhaustion and grief, but a large, ornate bow at his side seemed to keep him propped upright. Runeclaw had been watching him for the better part of an hour.