"At least 5 guards, maybe more inside. I don't have vision inside of the Telemetry lab. But i'm sure that's where it is if there's so many people here."

"YOUR INTUITION IS ON POINT. ELISANDE'S DOGS TRYING TO SALVAGE WHAT THEY CAN FROM THESE LABS, NO DOUBT. DO ME A FAVOR AND GIVE THEM A WARM WELCOME?"

"Perhaps you should just teleport them to the Great Sea, mister trap."

"I PROBABLY WOULD HAVE TELEPORTED YOU HAD YOU NOT HAD THAT COIN, BUT I WOULD HAVE STILL FELT BAD. YOU ARE QUITE ATTRACTIVE, YOU WERE ALONE AND I DON'T KNOW HOW GOOD YOUR SWIMMING IS."

"Probably better than yours if you want to test it. I could probably drop you in somewhere from one of these cliffs..."

"THE BEACON AWAITS!"

The more time Fenra spent with Oculeth over the magical communication he was managing, the more she was warming up to the Nightfallen. When she asked about a random piece of equipment that wasn't relevant to the mission it fired Oculeth into a long, passionate speech about its uses as well as practical second-hand applications. While she didn't necessarily understand, she was intrigued. The amount of passion he had for Telemancy and its side sciences was infectious. Their back-and-forths were becoming more and more lighthearted, almost teasing.

However, Oculeth was not here and Fenra needed to focus on the task at hand. As easily as it could've been to rip the guards apart, it was probably easiest to just stalk inside and take care of anyone currently in the building. Becoming invisible did have its perks. The first pair of guards were at the first bridge, and Fenra began to slink past them easily.

"I DO HOPE YOU WERE KIDDING ABOUT DROPPING ME INTO THE WATER, AS A DRUID I FEEL LIKE YOU HAVE A LITTLE BIT MORE OF AN ADVANTAGE. DON'T YOU HAVE SOME SORT OF AQUATIC FORM AS WELL? IT'S ONLY PRACTICAL. I'D ACTUALLY BE INTERESTED IN TESTING THIS."

Fenra stiffened immediately, hair raising as her head jerked violently towards the guards. Neither seemed to hear Oculeth, so thankfully the magic was contained. When she was out of earshot of the guards, she let out a low, rumbling growl.

"NOTE TAKEN."

Having hushed the eager Telemancer, Fenra pressed on once again, nearing the steps to the building. Weaving into the shadows to double her chances of not being seen, she made quick work to get to the mouth of the lab. After peeking inside, her keen eyes focused on the beacon inside. It was on the center of the floor, surrounded by two guards. Another stood off to the side, rifling through some papers. If she could take these two guards out silently, swiping the beacon and dashing back to the Teleporter pad would be the safest and quickest route.

Tensing her muscles, she sprang.

Blood splashed against her fur as she sunk her claws into the first guard's back, the one facing away from her. Stunned from the impact, he would cease to move for a few seconds giving Fenra a chance to inflict some damage on the second guard. His look of surprised horror melted into anger as he began backing up to fire magical bolts of energy. They singed at her purple fur and caused an unpleasant smell that made her nose wrinkle. The hits were coming from all sides now, and the lights were almost blinding from their magic. Each time she would bite, snap and rake at a guard, they'd continue backing up to avoid her wild hits. This was bad. Not having enough time to reach one of the casters before others would pelt her with long range magic, Fenra had no other option. She closed her eyes and roared. Swelling with the Fangs of Ashamane's power, Fenra glared at the (now seven, thanks to mister 'backing up' and the four guards outside who were alerted to her presence by Ashamane's power) guards with blazing eyes. They would soon learn the error of their ways.

It was a nasty fight, as she wasn't equipped to deal with the magics from Nightborne quite yet, but Fenra came out victorious. Ashamane's Fangs were a powerful tool that enhanced her power, but weighed down after a while. She relied on drawing out the battle to weakening her opponents, but with so many she needed to take them out fast. Fatigue tugged at her legs; she'd taken on too many at once. It was a necessary evil, but it's what she got for underestimating the magic from the Nightborne.

"YOU'RE MOVING SLOWER THAN NORMAL, ARE YOU ALRIGHT? DID YOU FIND THE BEACON?"

Too exhausted to bother with a reply, Fenra tucked the beacon within her magical bag and set out once again, sneaking past the guards with her cloaking invisibility. Taking the beacons and teleporter pads back to Oculeth took effort, but she eventually picked up the familiar scents of the Suramar wilds as well as Oculeth. With a flash the teleporter was finished, and Fenra was free to move forward to deliver the first good to Oculeth. Her fur was badly seared and she seemed a little weak, but otherwise she was fine. Her paws were feeling so heavy, though, and with each step her eyelids got closer and closer together.

"Fenra!"

She could faintly hear Oculeth's feet brushing against the grass as he ran over to the pad. His wiry hands brushed against her fur, noticing the scorch marks and burns before his hands wrapped around one of her paws in an attempt to pull her off the pad. When that didn't work, he just sat down beside her. Occasionally he'd look down at her while she rested, amazed at the little tendrils of grass that would grow and wrap around one of her paws or touch at her tail. The source of the magic was internal, so it didn't seem to attract any withered, which was good for them both. She'd yet to see Oculeth in action, so she wasn't sure just how much power he was actually keeping hidden.

"Absolutely fascinating. The grass is just... growing! I'll be right back, I have to go find something to write with." Oculeth stood up and rushed back to his workshop and only took a few moments to return to plop down next to the resting feline. Hearing the scribbling of his quill against paper made her smile faintly, granted it probably didn't translate well to the feral druid's face. When the circle around Fenra subsided, she opened her eyes weakly and glanced up at Oculeth. His eyes were scanning the horizon, probably checking for Withered. His left hand was rested on her hulking shoulder, occasionally petting some of the fur absentmindedly. His right held the quill where he'd scribble a note whenever something came to his mind.

Feeling her energy return, Fenra began to transform out of her feral form causing Oculeth's hand to slip off of what was the feline's shoulder and unceremoniously plop on Fenra's now elven face. He managed to retract his hands in horror, covering his mouth as Fenra began to awaken. "The... teleportation pad." She muttered.

"Yes? What about it?" He asked, looking over his shoulder at the center of the pad. He wasn't able to drag her far, so they were still on it.

"Your beacons are inconsistent." Fenra accused, sitting up slowly. Oculeth's face turned a shade darker as the blood rose to it in, embarrassment? Shame?

"Yes, I know, I know, I apologize profusely. This will require more testing after the task at Shal'Aran is comple-"

"No." Fenra smiled weakly, crossing her legs to finish her healing in a meditative pose. "You must really like purple, two of the beacons share the same color. Shame shame." Oculeth stared at her for a moment, realizing the battle hardened druid in front of him had made a joke, and laughed heartily, pulling her into a gentle hug.