Garamon did not cease in his stride, maintaining a steady pace and intimidating composure. When posed the question, keen lupine ears detecting the poisonous anger in the shaman's tone, he turned his head sideways and replied simply, “Knowing that is irrelevant now; you would not understand the reasons dictating the purpose.” Without waiting for a reply he turned his head away again, looking forward, his towering form acting as a beacon to direct them.<br/><br/>Iylldrraen didn't miss that tender hand-squeeze from his lover, knowing that he was the conduit for her concerns and determination, just as she was his. In his spirit he knew he could slay Garamon, for Garamon could die, just as any other mortal being. The druid's concern was surviving the encounter, not only with his life, but with his species. Little was known about the causes of lycanthropy and how it affected different races. Furthermore, nothing was confirmed about how it reacted in individuals who could already shape-shift; both altered the very blood of the individual inflicted, Iylldrraen could only fathom what would happen to an individual with two types coursing through their blood.<br/><br/>However, these were also the druids of the Fang, of Goldrinn; could Iylldrraen be certain that there would even be a conflicting change since he and they were technically druids? Iylldrraen studied Garamon again, studied his steps, his movement, his muscles, his regard to the rest of his pack. The druid found it odd that Garamon treated them with such hospitality, civility, and even kinship. This confliction of behavior wrestled with Iylldrraen's spirit, knowing that something was out of place, but unable to identify exactly what.<br/><br/>Veering from the main path, turning north, they began to head toward the mountains. Soon they were traversing forest, though the ancient looming peaks could still be seen through the forest canopy. This entire situation felt so unnatural to the druid, his thoughts constantly conflicting about Goldrinn, about Garamon, and about forcing those in the area to bend to Goldrinn's will.Goldrinn was a favored demigod, like Cenarius, and had no need to force individuals to follow him. Iylldrraen had no more time to ponder the nuances of the connection of Garamon to Goldrinn, for before them was a small camp of more worgen. There was a rocky face beyond the camp which served as the main gathering area, or so the druid assumed. It also appeared wide enough to serve as a fighting ring. The druid steeled himself, praying that Cenarius would grant him favor in what was to come.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>