Long before the second coming of the Burning Legion, long before the Draenei crash landed on Azeroth, and even long before the war between the Alliance and the Horde, Nathorien Raldonis was just a lad. Young Nathorien was living in Darkshore at the time, living off the streets because his parents were killed some years back while in battle. He was just barely scraping by to survive, nothing out of the ordinary: pickpocketing an apple here, swiping some copper from an old lady off to market there. He got by.
One day, young Nathorien was off on his very first hunting trip. He had just purchased a brand new hunting rifle with the money he had been saving from the old ladies. It's not like he didn't want to steal it, it's just unlike the ammo he swiped; he can't fit a rifle in his pants. He brought along with him his trusty knife, also stolen, which he planned on using for skinning. He was thinking that robbing old ladies wasn't all that profitable, so young Nathorien decided that he would get into the leather business to make that extra copper, maybe even silver, for extra expenditures.
Nathorien was using his experience at moving silently to steal things to get through the forest of Darkshore unnoticed by his possible prey. He was being very careful not the step on any leaves or fallen twigs. That's when he saw it. He spied a pair of rabbit ears poking out from the top of a bush. "Score!" he thought to himself, "My first kill, my first bit of leather and it's a rabbit, an easy bag." He began his advance on the bush when he abruptly stopped. "Wait a second," he thought, "I'm not going to waste a round on a measly rabbit; I'll have to steal more sooner than I want to." So he slung his rifle to his back and pulled out his knife. He continued his advance.
Unknown to young Nathorien, a trap awaited him on the other side of that bush. For there sat a bear, wearing the skin off a rabbit's head atop its own. This bear, oddly enough, also wore a red and white checkerboarded napkin around his neck and had a fork and knife in hand.
Young Nathorien continued his advance upon the bush, confident he will succeed in his very first kill. Oh but to his dismay, he must have been overconfident. He wasn't paying attention to where he was going as he suddenly heard a snapping noise from under foot. He foot had connected with a twig that lay on the ground. But did the rabbit run away from the noise of the twig? Heavens no. The rabbit young Nathorien was stalking suddenly turned into a very large brown bear, who seemed to be, was he grinning?
Fear and panic suddenly filled him. His legs were locked into place and his jaw was ajar with shock. The bear's grin grew ever wider as this young boy was not moving. Seconds passed as the two stared at each other, seeming like ages to him. Then to break the peace, the bear leaped at young him, "mauling with intent to eat," the police reports would say. But how did young Nathorien survive this bear's attack? "Well," Nathorien would say, "that is a tale for another day," as the writer has now hit a block.