Aelena's tendrils flicked nervously. The air was pregnant with tension and even the elements were silent. Thus, it was not a surprise when the worgen moved silently from the shadows. Her eyes moved slowly, taking the tall creatures in as the walked calmly forward. Interestingly they did not hunch or snarl, displaying none of the mannerisms of the usual feral worgen. They moved in silent coordination like a true wolf pack. The sophistication they displayed did not bode well for Iylldrraen and herself should it come to a physical altercation. That was clearly not what the worgen wanted... At least not as the first option otherwise they would have simply attacked. So the Draenei waited, giving her lover's hand a gentle squeeze of reassurance.<br/><br/>As Aelena had expected, the leader of the group of worgen made his presence known but she was not prepared for him to be so enormous. If he was the pack's alpha and Iylldraaen had to fight him the shaman felt worry twist in the pit of her stomach. That fear attempted to gain a hold on her but she crushed it mercilessly and brought her own gaze up to meet the icy blue of the worgen. His gaze seemed to peer deeper into her and if he could read her mind she wanted him to know that if he tried to harm the Druid he would die screaming, burning in flame, even if it took her last breath.<br/><br/>Something simmered in her. It was knowledge of the inevitability of the situation. The mannerisms of the alpha, Garamon, were restrained but his intention was clear. It was a show of force and she knew that even if they managed to get free of the situation it would be a temporary respite. A slow deep breath issued out and she tempered the fire of her rage, holding it back to make sure that she was not driven by emotions. Iylldrraen would need her and she needed to be at her best for him. She would not let this be how their story ended.<br/><br/>When the hulking worgen said that the people of Hillsbrad needed to accept their fates, Aelena could not stop herself from flinching. There was no room for debate in Garamon's tone and she knew that they could not let his plan come to fruition. It would be a fight now, sadly. Another slow deep breath and Aelena readied spells in her mind, preparing to do what was needed. Her luminous gaze flicked to Iylldrraen, and she waited to see what he would do. She would follow his lead, whether they tried to fight their way free or if he chose to challenge the monstrous beast before them.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>