Deep inside the Horde controlled territory of Warsong Gulch sat the Tauren Hunter Pharaine. He was seated with his back to a wall that housed the only 2 entrances and exits to the base he occupied. His rifle, a Tauren made thing with traditional ornamentation and a nasty looking knife blade extending from the underside of the barrel sat next to him, propped up against the wall. He sat feeding his companion and partner, a large lion, food from his backpack. The lion himself was a fine specimen, a true example of what nature could achieve with a little help. He was a finely tuned predator, given an oddly disarming moniker. Fluffykins he was called, so named by Pharaine's younger sister years ago at the beginning of their time together.
Finished feeding, the cat nuzzled against his master's hand. Pharaine gave his companion a pat on the head, but paused to sniff the air. He smelled…Demon. A warlock. Before he could get to his feet, an Eye of Kilrogg sped through the tunnel doorway. Pharaine, still seated, grabbed his rifle and leveled it at the demonic eye. An almost ghostly voice emitted from the eye. "Relax your itchy trigger finger comrade". Pharaine recognized the voice as Valefic, a Forsaken Warlock stationed in the gulch. "Our plan has worked; the Alliance has gone through the supposed hole in our offensive and now heads to the base. Happy hunting, my friend." As the voice stopped, the eye itself dissipated into green smoke. The hunter lifted himself up and padded off down into the tunnel to prepare his for the hunt.
Running down the tunnel, he took on the aspects of a cheetah and pushed his body at top speed down to the far exit into the gulch itself. He knelt down and laid a frost trap. He had a plan. Fluffy growled as he finished setting the trap, indicating the approach of prey. The duo fell back to the small alcove nearest the flag room. Pharaine looked into the eyes of his feline friend. "Stay here friend, strike when the time is right, stay hidden until then". The lion nuzzled his master once again, and then faded into the soft torchlight. Pharaine spoke a taurahe phrase for good luck, then went and waited for his quarry in the doorway to the flag room, back against one of the side walls.
The first to show up were a Gnome Mage and a Dwarf Warrior. Standing still, the hunter loaded his rifle and took aim. He hit the Dwarf in the head, hitting the metal of his helm, and nearly knocking the warrior out completely. He stood in place, dazed from the impact. The mage, still out of magic range, ran forward. Right into the frost trap. Sensing a problem, the mage blinked forward, right into another trap. Fluffy sprang from the shadows, stunning the gnome. What followed was a gruesome sight, even to a battle hardened member of the Horde. The lion ravaged the small caster, tearing him apart in a whirlwind of claws and teeth. Pharaine tried not to watch, instead loading another shot meant for the dwarf. The Warrior was now much recovered, and pulled out a large two handed axe.