Gazelle came in a variety of pelts. Some were a bright gold, some were striped, and others were dark brown. Hebellina had come to learn many things about them, through studying several small herds she had spotted during her travels across the savannah with her brother Paddarick. Her companion animal was an unnamed hyena, which she'd expected to behave as a dog would, but it had surprised her by being nothing like a canine at all. She wasn't even sure of its gender.
Life had certainly taken an unexpected turn for her brother and herself. Darnassus was a breath of fresh air for them both, the elves were much more accepting of their curse than their own kinsmen were. She felt guilty for being relieved. It was the opinion of the Gilnean public Hebellina Tebbin wanted to know, wanted to purify in regards to her. Paddarick was far more collected than she was in, well, everything. It was almost as if he had expected all this. He'd been the wiser one since childhood, and she the loudmouthed troublemaker with no sense of respect.
They'd been liked, had lives, friends. Now all ties had been cut overnight. The pain of the blow was disorienting but with time it was lessening. Scabbing over. Not exactly healing. Losing your homeland never quite healed, but it was possible to move on from it. She did indeed feel a great bitterness and longing for Gilneas, as all her people did. One would think such a life changing experience would have humbled her, but she had never been the brightest, ruled by her emotions and never thinking before speaking. She was the same person as ever. If only the others could have seen that.
It was less of a problem now, out in the Southern Barrens. There were other worgen, working in camps and making use of themselves despite their affliction. She and Paddarick aspired to do the same, performing random tasks for the soldiers and cooks, and perhaps after a time they would return to Darnassus…but what would be the point? The majority of their people were spread across Alliance land, probably shaken by the culture shock as thoroughly as Hebellina had been at first.
Her hyena made a noise, and she took a deep breath. This one was finding it difficult to get along with Ranaldo, which she initially thought was an issue of male dominance but she was no longer sure of the reason. Ranaldo himself was on the other side of her, soundless. He was starting to get on in years, and needed the rest stop. She had given it to him, instead of pushing him in her impatience as she might have before. Before she'd changed. She felt a crush of guilt over her treatment of him in the past. How hardy a mastiff Ranaldo was, to tolerate her and live up to her unrealistically high expectations so well.
How pathetic she was, that she couldn't even live up to her own.