Zatara had never been to Ashenvale before. Although they didn't attack on sight, the night elves were less than friendly, especially to blood elves like her. As Zatara ran through the twilight woods she suddenly heard the sounds of battle coming from a clearing to her right. She quickly changed her course, now running towards the violent sounds. Zatara arrived at the clearing just in time to see a huge stag crash to the ground and the green haired night elf that had been fighting it wobble and fall to the ground as well.
She wore gray armor that covered her whole body except her head from which sprang shoulder length locks of green hair that were slowly turning brown from all the blood seeping through it.
Zatara watched her cautiously for a few minutes before she was sure that the night elf was truly unconscious. Then she approached carefully. She was wary by nature but she also felt sorry for the night elf.
Zatara decided that she would take the other elf with her back to her small forest dwelling and treat her wounds. When the night elf woke she could go in her merry way. Settling on this, Zatara carefully picked up the night elf in her well muscled arms and carried her back to the small bundle of sticks shaped into a lean-to that she called home.
