You know, I have to say, I was fine with it — more or less — when Garrosh ordered me to take up inscription. And I wasn’t in much of a position to object when he assigned me to be a spy, essentially, with Neeru Fireblade. But all kidding aside, I really may have to draw the line if he gets it in his head to make me be a veterinarian, too.

For the time being, I suppose it’s good to have a break from the Cleft of Shadow and Ragefire Chasm, if only for an afternoon. Garrosh asked me to go over to the Valley of Honor today, to the main stables. Garrosh has been in contact with one of the kennel masters there, Ogunaro Wolfrunner, off and on for a little while now, and evidently there’s been a problem with one of his wolves. Ordinarily, that wouldn’t be a job for me; I don’t know much about wolves other than how to ride one. In this case, though, Garrosh said there was a situation that might call for — how did he put it? — my unique set of skills. Based on what Ogunaro reported, it seemed like this wolf’s situation might have connections to the magics of both shamans and warlocks. And, well, given the string of career changes I’ve compiled over the years…

Just like me to fall ass-backwards into being an “expert” without ever feeling like I know what I’m doing. Oh well.

Ogunaro seems like a good enough guy. Really earnest. I mean really, REALLY earnest. He seems like the kind of guy you’d love to have in your corner, so long as you don’t have to actually talk to him too much. It just gets exhausting after a while, you know?

He took me to a pen he’d set up out back for this wolf — named Golmash, evidently, after Garrosh’s grandfather. (Not that I’m one to talk, but really, could this guy be trying any harder to ingratiate himself to Garrosh?) The wolf had an indoor stable, plus a small pen outside, set apart from the other wolves. Even though it was a pretty nice day today, Golmash didn’t seem to have much interest in going outside; he just stood around in his shelter, mostly staying in one corner. Ogunaro said that was pretty typical for the wolf — keeping to himself and hovering around in the shadows.

I ended up spending a couple hours studying Golmash. Ogunaro was right; there’s something not quite right about him. The wolf’s eyes glowed green, the same pale, sickly green shade that I know only too well. Definitely unnatural. Definitely unnerving to look at. The weird thing is, as much as I tried to get a read on him, I couldn’t detect any of the telltale signs of fel magic. At least nothing resembling a curse, or a fel affliction of some sort… Something’s wrong about that wolf, but for the life of me I can’t think of any spell I could cast on him that would come close to having that effect.

And then there’s the growl. Golmash was mostly quiet while I was there, but at one point, I tried to move closer to him while I cast a few spells. Thank goodness we had a couple Kor’kron beastmasters on hand to rein him in — he jumped and snapped at me, and… that growl.

How did Ogunaro describe it? “Hollow”? I suppose someone could describe it that way. Someone with no experience with shamanism. There was the echo, yes… like the overlapping barks of the spirit wolves a shaman can summon, layered over each other, only coming from one source. But that’s not a hollow sound to me. It’s full. Like the wolf has more in its voice than even its voice can contain.

Anyway, at that point, it was pretty clear that Golmash was in no mood for any more nonsense from me, plus I already had a few things to think about. Which is what I’ve been doing since I’ve been home.

I have an idea or two — or the beginnings of them, at least — but there are a few more things I need to check out. There are possibilities I have to check, and more than a little research for me to do. Some of which might send me back over to one of my other side jobs that I never asked for.

But I think I might be on to something.

I hope I’m wrong.

Mokvar

[Header image provided by Khizzara from Blog of the Treant, used here with permission and many thanks.]