The couple were only allowed a few precious footfalls before the worgen made their presence known. They did not behave as feral beasts would, though, and this struck apprehension and fear in the druid. These worgen approached upright, on two feet, carrying themselves with a proud manner. Their steps were precise and calculated and silent, almost as silent as elves. As the worgen moved to encircle the couple, their eyes remained fixed on the two lovers at all times, sniffing in their direction, almost mechanically. Their bodies were toned and lithe, their ages undeterminable in their current form, and in their fur, confirming the druid's fears, was shaved the symbolic face of Goldrinn. Each of the worgen exuded power, and even one would pose an equal match for the duo. They did not snarl or snap at the druid or the shaman, but stalked silently and with remarkable discipline.<br/>Iylldrraen studied their posture and the formation of the pack, realizing that they were forming only a half circle, leaving a small opening in the direction the couple were heading. It was then Iylldrraen realized just what kind of beings they had agreed to negotiate with. Seemingly from the air itself a fierce, towering worgen emerged, brilliant silver and grey fur gleaming in the sunlight as it strode toward them, the worgen it passed dipping their head solemnly. The massive worgen loomed over the elf and draenei easily by three feet at least, about as wide as the two standing shoulder to shoulder. It's eyes were a piercing icy blue hue, almost pale, both beautiful and terrifying. It took it's time looking over the elf and draenei, up and down slowly, as though he could see through their skin to their muscles, their organs, their thoughts, determining just how difficult it would be to slay them.<br/>The druid had gone toe to toe with countless adversaries in his time on this world, but there were precious few that he could acknowledge as his nemisis; this worgen was one. Even though they had not spoken, there was an aura of spiritual power exuded from this great grey being that Iylldrraen questioned his ability to certainly slay the creature if it was required of him. The druids' hand, he realized, was still clasped with Aelena's, and he smiled inwardly, realizing that it would not be just him facing off against this being, and that he was not alone. He drew great strength from his lover and friend. The worgen seemed to sense the spiritual shift in the druid, for it's eyes suddenly fixed deeply upon him, then just as fiercely on the shaman before standing tall, another half a foot, turning it's head to address both.<br/>“I am Garamon, and the two of you are close to trespassing if you intend to approach my village.” It was evident that Garamon was attempting to speak softly, but the thunder that rumbled from the worgen's body was such that the druid wondered if the settlers in Hillsbrad could hear. “You two arrived here unknowing of what you would face. I am not without civility or reason as those of Hillsbrad would have you believe, and in good spirit I will allow you to turn around now. Inform the settlers of Hillsbrad that their cowardice and fear is understandable, but they must accept their fates.”<br/>Iylldrraen maintained his composure until Garamon finished speaking, then, fearing the response, asked simply, “Which is?”<br/>Garamon remained stoic, neither snarling nor smiling, but spoke evenly, “To transcend the unchanging, singular life they live now, and to be transformed and join the pack of Goldrinn, the World Hunter.”<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>