She hung onto the branch with both hands, only letting go to wipe away the sweat pooling at her brow, her nails dug into the bark and she hoisted herself higher and higher. She couldn't afford a slip up, there was a life at risk and it wasn't her own.

When Elariia had agreed to this rescue mission she had thought it'd be easy, had rolled her eyes at the sheer simplicity of it. She'd never even known trees could grow so big in this part of Azeroth!

Goddess what have I gotten myself into?

There was a gap between the night elf and the next branch and she knew she would have to jump, as it was slightly bigger than the others. Elariia crouched as well as she could, bunched up her muscles and vaulted forward. Just when she thought she had made it her left hand slipped, unable to find a handhold on the wood. Luckily her right hand clutched a small knot, or she would have fallen.

She pulled her upper body onto the branch, and it pressed into her stomach uncomfortably. Elariia barley noticed though, as her eyes locked onto her target, huddling against the trunk just above her. It blinked at her with it's impassive amber eyes and opened it's mouth, but the druid was too far away to hear it. Elariia grinned in triumph before climbing the little ways up to reach small grey bundle, then tucked it into the crook of her elbow gently,

"You've caused quite a fuss, little one. Your mother is worried sick." She murmured though her attention was focused on climbing back down, which she now realized would be a hundred times harder one-handed.

She would have flown up the tree, but she wasn't sure she'd be able to convince the runaway to climb on her back like she had her newest companion. Soon enough, Elariia hopped from the lowest branch she could find, landed safely on the forest floor and reflected on the chain of events that landed her here, while absentmindedly scratching behind the ears of the furry creature in her arms.

After she made her request to Stormwind, four of the Eastern Kingdoms greatest heroes had made their separate ways to Stranglethorn Vale. Elariia was so hyped up that she couldn't remember muche, but she and the other four had infiltrated Zul'Gurub and in mere hours put an end to the Zalandar and Gurubashi raids. She'd picked up her mount and panther cub from the Rebel Camp then headed back to Stormwind, and as she was riding through the Trade District, on her way to the Harbor she'd heard a heartbreaking sob and quickly tried to find the source. Elariia had spotted an obviously upset woman leaning against the Hero's Call Board.

Has no one helped her yet? she'd thought to herself.

It only took a split second of internal debate for the night elf to hop off of her Stormsaber and march towards the blonde woman. She reassured her and told her she would help, only to have the lady break down in another fit of hysterical cries. Happy cries, but it still made her uncomfortable…

So here she was now, walking towards the Crazy Cat Lady's house in Elwynn forest after saving a kitten from a tree.

Elariia snapped out of memory lane as she saw the cottage come into view, with Donni waiting anxiously for her.

"Opal! Oh my darling, darling Opal…"

Elariia smiled warmly, it was a good couple of days.

A/N

I added this chapter because Donni kept nagging me about helping her cat. She's really a piece of work, that one... I know this is extremely short but like I said before I can't do the actual dungeon yet. This was kind of an epilogue, just wrapping things up. I didn't know how to end it either... I might fix it up later.

Disclaimer: If I owned World of Warcraft I'd probably add clowns as a race.