Mae's eye widened as they finally got into Ogrimmar, it was huge! More open then Stormwind, and far larger then Darnassus. They walked straight ahead, she wasn't even sure where they were going. It was a busy place, she looked over recognizing an auction house right away, the inn and a bank. This had to be the centre of the city. When they stopped it was the first time she actually looked at all the races, glad their men and woman were back from the raid. It didn't take long for her to notice some dirty looks she was getting.

Grommar got off his Worg and headed inside, leaving her on it. She didn't feeling like moving. She sunk into the Worg, feeling more protected from it. They weren't new to seeing Nightelves, but some were curious why an Orc would bring one. She was surprised she wasn't already dead walking through the gates. An Orc came and felt her ear, shaking her head she moved it from the grip of the Orc.

"Grommar got himself a toy huh?" The Orc laughed cupping her face in his large hand. "Let's hope he doesn't break this one! Maybe if we're lucky he might share!"

"Leave the poor thing!" A Pandarian glared to the Orc, clearly unimpressed by his behaviour. She didn't expect much people to stick up for her, in fact, she expected none at all. So it was a nice surprise. However she was still in Horde territory, taken from her home to be some Orcs plaything.

"An Orc man should have an Orc woman at his side, not an alliance rat!" The female shouted at her.

"She be stealin' our men!" Shouted a female Troll, who was not happy in the least.

Mae glared. How dare this woman! She hopped down off the Worg and growled, her hands making fists, she could tell she was the same skill level as her. "How dare you! I am stolen from my home, my people and you are telling me I am stealing YOUR men?! What are you even thinking? I do not want your men, I do not even want to be here!"

When Mae saw the female Trolls hands holding fire she moved back, slightly painful from her scabbing healing wounds and transformed into her cat form. Her fangs large, and her fur dark, with even darker spots. She pounced the Troll, her claws extended and her fangs open. She was sick of the horde and sick of their insults. However, it seemed they were more interested in seeing a fight then anything. She felt her claws hit flesh, but just barely. Her fangs tore the cloth armour the Troll was wearing. When the Mage blinked, she went to pounce again, the Troll aiming a fireball at the cat. Mid air arms wrapped around her large feline body and pulled her away, the fireball hitting the ground and causing the dry grass to catch fire.

Some of the crowd seemed to leave. She growled and thrashed, how dare this wench insult her, say the things she said! Grommar grabbed her collar and held her still, having a slight issue holding onto her large body, keeping away from the claws and fangs.

"If ANYONE touches her without my permission," The Orc shouted. "I will have your head on a spike!" Grommar's voice made her stop, her ears flattened back to her head. She didn't want to hear his war cry if he was this loud.

"Just make sure you control that beast." An Orc growled before taking off.

Mae was fuming, she was furious! How dare they! She walked beside Bloodfang, keeping in her cat form. She wasn't as large as the wolf but she was pretty big, her large panther form was graceful and elegant, but it was also deadly. Her scars were hidden in this form, the bite marks on her ankle that were now healed and just scars, the fur hid the scabbing from the back wounds that were healing, she had gotten them a few weeks ago and were still a bit tender.

As she walked beside Bloodfang and Grommar, she watched the place, taking it in. One could get lost here so easily if not having been here before. They came to a hut of sorts, her nose twitched smelling the air, it smelled like Grommar, faintly. He must have been away for a while, but she smelled no one else. The hut was a good sized hut, but not giant. He took off Bloodfang's saddle and armour, the Worg went and laid in some hay beside the hut.

"Come" Grommar said softly, he looked exhausted but glad to be home. He took majority of his armour off, but he left on his large red shoulder piece and some bottoms. He was huge, but he was buff. He grabbed a coin sack and put it at his side.

"Change to elf." He spoke to her. She didn't want to be around here in her Nightelf form, she felt safer in her cat form. After she shifted, they left. He just got home, why was he leaving again? She kept close and quiet. First they went to the auction house, she was looking at what items they had. She blinked as cloth was pressed against her. She looked at it. A pretty cloth dress as well as a top and pants. She looked up at him.

"Why are you buying me clo-" She was cut off by Grommar.

"No pet of mine is going to be filthy… if you do something to get punished, you will please me and your purpose is to make me happy. You will look nice and presentable."

Mae put the clothes in a bag he handed her as well. After they went to some sort of inn, he sat and she sat beside him. He ordered two plates and handed her one before patting her on the head. It smelled amazing! There was a potato and a large chunk of meat, bread and butter. She hadn't been one for drinking, but he was already on his second ale by the time she was finished her potato. She looked at it curious. His eyebrow rose and he nudged his glass to her. Mae took the glass and smelled it, before taking a large gulp. She gasped and made a face of disgust handing him the ale, a few people laughed at her, though she wouldn't doubt the face she made was deserving of it.

"Yuck!" She huffed and chugged her water, putting food in her mouth to get rid of the taste. Her cheeks puffed out filled with food before swallowing.

Mae finished eating and the Tauren took the plate away. She had her drinks, the alcohol was much stronger then what they had in Darnassus, so water or milk was fine for her.

Everyone was drinking and getting drunk, she got a few dirty looks but shrugged them off, everyone else seemed to be enjoying themselves. A few even talked to her asking about her home but that only made her miss it that much more.

The inn burst with laid music some dancing and a few spilled drinks, of course a few fights. None picked with Grommar, seemed he was really not one to get into it with. Being with Grommar for the time she had been she knew he could be harsh and cruel, but at the same time she had seen him be kind, finding her, getting her a coat in the cold and clothes here as well as feeding her. However the still dry tender scabs from her back lashing was a reminder that he could be brutal.

She sat quietly as Grommar talked and laughed and as others went on to do their thing and enjoy themselves. She blinked when a drink slammed down imprint of her splashing on her. It surprised her at first then she got mad, he was either stupid drunk or stupid rude, but she was in horde territory she didn't know why she was so shocked. She growled and went to say something when he apart at Grommar feet.

"Dis be your doing!" Shouted the tall Troll clearly not impressed.

"Da reason they be all dead, all dem men! You had to have her, and she be bad mojo!"

She glared hard at the troll. If looks could kill... how was it her fault? Were they dumb enough time think she wouldn't try to escape?
Grommar sat silently, everyone was quiet and in shock. Grommar shouted at the troll grabbing him and slamming him against the table, drinks and food spilled everywhere.

"You be killin' every one who don't want her here? Why don't you be going to the alliance den'! " the Troll shouted to Grommar.

Grommar tossed him to the floor and grabbed Mae's wrist hard, a soft whimper left her lips. His large green hand swallowed her wrist he was sleep large compared to her. Obviously he was pissed off, but also embarrassed which was not a good combination, adding in him being drunk was not a good sign.

She looked to Bloodfang as they walked by his home, the beasts large black head lifting, his ears lifted in curiosity.