Even in the life-threatening situation that he and Aelena were in, the druid found peace in the outskirts of the town. While there was a slightly unnatural silence as the two lovers walked, there were still birds in the trees and life existing in this conflict between the accursed worgen and the humans. Although the shape-shifting creatures were not natural, they did not defile nature, preferring to hide within it. Many times Iylldrraen's eyes drifted to his draenei lover, maintaining a supportive hold with her hand in his.<br/><br/>He was a bit surprised at the audacity of the worgen, sensing their presence only a quarter mile from the town of Hillsbrad. Apparently, though, there was not one among them strong enough or brave enough to face the druid and the shaman. Iylldrraen halted a moment, peering into the trees around them. He then squatted, still holding Aelena's hand in his, sifting the fingers of his other hand through the soft dirt of the road they traveled. Sure enough he felt an unnatural disruption to the natural balance of the land, though it was faint. He could not pinpoint the exact locations of the disruption, but he knew it would grow the further they traveled from the town. For some reason, the druid also performed the act as an offer of civility to the worgen, to reveal themselves and converse with the lovers like decent creatures.<br/><br/>Iylldrraen could tell Aelena was concerned. He tilted his head to her, gently nuzzling his lips next to her ear, whispering as though a weak breeze carried his voice. “We are indeed being followed, but not many, not yet. They are waiting to ensure that, should we choose to flee, they can overtake us before we reach the town. Then their alpha will appear.” At least, that is what would happen if they were followers of Goldrinn, which the druid prayed they weren't. After a few moments he continued to walk, gently guiding Aelena alongside him.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>