Iylldrraen was nearly to Everlook when he caught sight of a very feminine figure moving toward the town gates. From this distance, he could tell it was a Draenei from the gait, the slight protrusions of the tips of her horns from her cloak, and the more obvious protrusion of her tail from the back. Considering the timing of her arrival, as well as the day, not to mention that night elves were not shamanic, it would be safe to presume that she would be his partner on their mission. Summoning his innate druidic abilities, his speed increased, and in moments the cheetah druid was right before the Draenei, whom was quite alluring, and smelled far better than Felwood. He gazed up at her, then down, then back up, sizing her up, as it were. Most important, he gazed deeply into her eyes, only for a moment. Yes, she was the one. He couldn’t quite make out her face, but he felt a strong connection to her, and saw an intense, yet tender fire in her eyes. He began to purr in greeting, and wondered if he should play the novice and ask if her pale skin meant she was immune to the frigid climate.<br/><br/>“Hello, Sister of the Elements. I am Iylldrraen Ironhide. I presume you are here for the same purpose I am?”<br/><br/>This would have been a standard, respectful greeting, were it not for the fact that he was still a cheetah, and most of it was garbled by his guttural tone. He growled loudly to himself, looking about, realizing he’d left his clothing back at the mouth of the Furbolg cave network. Realizing he could not communicate well, and not wanting to keep the shaman out in the frigid weather, he did was typical, domesticated cats do; he moved forward and gently nuzzled her hand with his head, then tilted his head toward the gates, beckoning her to follow, intending to lead her toward the inn where he’d rented a room, and where he kept extra clothing, as well as the rest of his gear.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>