Quite against propriety, better judgement, and perhaps simply to spite the absurdity of this sickness situation...I up and left town after being told I should quarantine.
The Call of the Hunt is not one to be ignored. You've ignored enough of your desires for far too long, Drifter.
She followed me, followed my heart: to hunt, to drift, in Draenor again.
Potential mates. Assessing each other's prowess, hunting together. It is the way of things, and is good.
She seems to appreciate Outland as much as I do.