Garamon could see the disdain and disagreement in the eyes and posture of the couple, though that did nothing to influence the giant worgen's ultimate decision. “I can understand your ignorance and anger. You want to stop me, and reasonably so. However, you were raised by this world and its expectations and its laws. How often did you truly commune with the spirits? We,” he pauses to sweep his muscular arm aross his present pack, “are in constant communication with Goldrinn. He is displeased with how the races have abandoned the spirits of this world, relying on speculation of their will. I am Goldrinn's champion, and it is my singular purpose to remove the veil of ignorance of those in Hillsbrad about Goldrinn's people. We are not the same primative, thoughtless beasts your human mage Arugal created; we are the druids of the Pack.”<br/>At this the worgen around Garamon, surrounding the druid and shaman, dipped their head in reverance at the mention of their purpose, then threw their heads back and their throats erupted with a melodic howl. It wasn't like the howl of worgen, of wolves or dogs, but it was supernatural, as though Goldrinn had bonded with them and was part of them. Garamon, however, did not howl, did not look away; those icy blue eyes remained steady and fixed upon the two. It was the greatest challenge for Iylldrraen to maintain his anger for Garamon, especially when the worgen did not live up to a single stereotype thus far. Garamon could see this, being that both shared a lineage of druidic order. “You are conflicted, brother druid. I will offer you a choice: you and your mate may turn from here, and inform the people of Hillsbrad that they should welcome the Pack of Goldrinn and name yourselves as our first allies, or you may challenge me for leadership, where my brothers and sisters will be bound to you by honor and will leave if you command them to.”<br/>Iylldrraen realized that Aelana had tightened her hold on his hand, and now he looked to her. She was his lover, his friend, and he was bound to her. He loved her, yet at the same time did not want to jeopardize her life. He realized though, just as much as he could not live without her, she could not live without him, and he knew that, if the positions were reversed, even if she were to be defeated by this creature, he would condemn honor and unleash all of his fury into these worgen. Looking back to Garamon, he caught a mischievous glimmer in the behemoth's eyes, as though there was some sort of secret intent and cunning. Iylldrraen knew what Garamon intended, but he could not refuse the challenge. “I accept your challenge, Garamon. Lead us to your circle of honor and there the three of us,” “No. Not the three of us; you and I. There are greater purposes for your mate should you fall.” Without another word Garamon turned his back to them and began to stride away, his pack, in perfect synchronization, tightened their ring around the two as they began to follow.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>