After reaching the Stranglethorne Vale, Deiji notices a change in her tigress; the old girl is getting rather kittenesque. She laughs<br/><br/>"Go, girl, get on the hunt. Just stay close, okay?" The cat mrowls and bounds into the forest, fading from view as thoroughly as any rogue could manage.<br/><br/>Deiji draws her shotgun- after all, when one is a Scout in the horde, one can never be too careful. Her orangey-brown tabard bears the insignia of the Horde quite clearly, and she's often waylayed by Alliance scoundrels.<br/><br/>She loads two large lumps of rock-salt into her shotgun; after all, she doesn't  want to kill them *just* yet- after all, even a gnome could sustain her for several days, and could always be used to deal with other... desires. Often, those that survived her attention found themselves a different shape- bigger, and furrier...<br/><br/>The two reports of her shotgun are audible to anyone within range- probably anyone north of Grom'grol