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"And I understood that this price their stating is not pertaining to any amount of gold now is it?"

~~ Kiro

Chapter 16

Feelings, Ashes, and Foxes?

Naruto Uzumaki

She worded out the strange, unfamiliar name within her thoughts, feeling it echo through the confines of her mind, making sure that she may never forgot the name of the same young man that had all but suddenly piqued her interests.

He was certainly a unique strange creature-, no, man…

It wasn't just that having no records of his certain fox-like species in existence over the world of Azeroth in their what she could say as one of the last remaining remnants of their archives and the bizarre regaling tales from her royal cousin that she would have sometimes troubles on believing themselves herself that got her curious.

Nay, to say that she was just also curious would be just an understatement. But to describe it was also just so perplexing as to finding a right rune pattern for an ancient forgotten enchantment, which was downright more than incomprehensible than what it seems even for the most veterans of their fields of mystical studies.

Whether if it was from his admittedly cute furry fox features, his untamed sun-kissed blonde hair, or even his ever so radiating aura of happiness, for the light and gods above she couldn't seem to tell. It was just that there was something in him that she could feel that made her drawn on more to him, like a moth to a burning flame, it's just that it was an admitted elven beauty that was being drawn into a certain fox blonde instead.

For, ever since the day that they had entangled their own times together for their quaint walks, talks, and leisures. The elven mage could honestly say that her temperaments and along with her days had all gone along for the better.

And by so far, she was enjoying it.

The treat that she got in exchange from the meals that she had previously prepared for him was only an added bonus, by the sun well's graces he truly wasn't just jesting on about the deliciousness of his ever so boasted favorite food that he made for her that he had also apparently called 'ramen'.

Yet still,

With all of their closeness that they had grown with each other within their past couple of few days together. It seems that there were still some questions that she could tell that he wasn't ready to open up to her. She respected him and she knew that they had their each of their own boundaries and personal privacies to burden. But still, she didn't know it on why it hurts and pains her so much, for him to not so openly answer her with her heartfelt questions for him...

Not that it deterred her in any sorts of way, no. In fact, it only made her even more so resolved and determined to know more and get closer with her new-found friend. She wanted to more about him, learn more about him. His strange quirks, behaviors and customs that she could honestly tell that had more than truthfully garnered her attentions.

Like a beautiful flame that blazes through the shadows of the night, lighting up all of the seemingly dark corners of everyone's life. He fascinated her, he was just so bright, so warm and so…

'No, no, no, why am I thinking all about him again!?"'

She shook her head, ignoring the red hues that now covered more than all over her dainty features.

Before taking a momentary pause from her page of her of the book that she was about to finish. Lyandra took a quick gaze around the silent library that she would occasionally find herself in from time to time, it was basically regular her place of stay during the day. As she regarded the setting that she was in, up above at the second floor of the library edifice with many shelves and books inside their ornaments and compartments. Without words to say, one can suffice to tell that the elven beauty was already in her place of element.

She adored books and even more so libraries, on where dusty tomes and rolled up scrolls lied. From fairy tale literatures to the scientific discoveries of the gnomes and magic-related thesis's and theories, there was nothing that she didn't liked inside of an archive of knowledge, ever since her early childhood's when she could remember herself as a little youngling. The prospects of learning new untold knowledge and secrets of the arcane had always been her troves of treasures and delights.

And yet there she was languishing in boredom, as she readily stared back towards the leaflet pages of her chosen volume.

Wasn't she supposed to be happy now that she got the chance to silently enjoy her time alone with her unfinished parchments of books? This was supposed to be her hobby, her simple enjoyment in life, yet why?

She couldn't answer.

It's just that she felt that there was something was missing and that itself was already a conundrum for the elven beauty.

Releasing a small amount of exhalation from her luscious lips, Lyandra then suddenly found herself unconsciously turning her views towards the windows of the library building on where she could easily spot the hill that she knew on where they usually constantly trained with Naruto's lessons.

She saw him there and then. And even if they were far away from her actual view, she could still make a faint image of him training on his students. Assisting them on, with something that Lyandra could tell, his profound deep knowledge of his arts. Patience with his steps, she saw him then again leading her now favourite little silver-haired elven girl with his teachings, even with the constant iterating failures.

'He truly is kind….'

She thought fondly at the sight that she was witnessing with her own eyes. As she had then unknowingly formed a small soft smile across her dainty lips.

Kind, she had come to that realization, when she had then remembered their moments of their interactions. Though she could say that they may had begun on a somewhat rough start -though mostly on her part-,

She could always remember back then when she had first closely observed his soulful sapphire blue eyes that she knew that spoke of a past troubled with pain and untold struggles.

They held no judgement, no prejudice.

When he had first laid his eyes upon her, there had been no aversion, no disgusting sexual thoughts, no disdain…

Only curiosity...

The same thing that she also had for him…

She smiled a wholly serene smile across her lips, when she remembered their first encounters. Not that she loved him or anything. No! She totally disagrees with that sort of notions, after all she had just known for a very short time and even with all of the strange sensations that she had been feeling for these past few days, all that she could on really agree to it all was that maybe she did like the strange fox blonde, even with all of his weird quirks and mysteries.

She controlled and prevented herself from even more dusting her cheeks with a colour shade of pink, when she was finally made much aware of her sudden reveries about him. She definitely didn't harbour any romantic interest on him or anything! Certainly nothing at all!

Lies a small traitorous whisper then answered back to her from the depths of her subconscious. Before she then utterly made an effort to bury back those thoughts from within her.

She continued her observations towards the studies of his students before she then let loose a small set of beautiful giggles from her mouth, when she had seen him and especially his younger students ganging up on him with from what she could make it out to be their complaints and questions, if she were to base it upon their distant vague expressions.

Until she then saw the less young female members of her kin, the mature students of Naruto. Starting to make some not so subtle flirting moves on him, if she were to make out of it with her views in this distance, by always calling out for his attentions even though she was well aware that their questions seemed like totally unnecessary for their lectures and by brazenly clinging onto his arms nonetheless!

The nerve!

She was very much well aware of the fact that even though her kin's female majorities are a little bit too amorous and coquettish in their flaunts. But oh girl, that scene that she had just witnessed did truly does struck something within her, like as if there was something horrible that is wrenching her front.

She didn't know on what and why she was feeling these horrible sensations inside her chest, whenever she would ever see him being overly fawned over by the certainly eligible ladies of her people during these past few days. But she was certain one thing, and it's that she didn't liked it, not one bit.

'Hmmp! Whatever, anything should he do in his time, is something of should no concern of mine!' She huffed ever so slightly to herself and thought that she was right, she didn't definitely have a thing for him, not a chance.

'I bet that he's even enjoying the attentions that those ladies showering to him right now…'

Again, she tried to convince herself with her thoughts, that his actions and activities were of definitely none of her concerns. But why? Why did it bother her so much that her heart felt like it's being clenched painfully tight across her chest?

Sullenly, she parted her eyes from the views that she had just witnessed. Opting to distract herself from the now deeply bothering thoughts that was beginning to form inside her head. The elven beauty then began to picked up once again the sections that she had previously read from the pages of her tomes.

But try as she might she couldn't still opt her eyes from occasionally wandering through their general point directions. And once again even though she would try to suppress it, she couldn't still stop her chest from feeling the pains that she would feel, every time her eyes would befall on his very…. Warm… smiles and expressions.

'Ugghh! What is wrong with me! why can't I stop thinking about him for just single damned minute!'

She resisted to hurl herself at her own thoughts and current conditions. Before finally having enough, as she then stood up from her seat's and thought.

'Maybe I should just go see Kael'thas, I'm sure he'll have some tasks for me to distract myself from whatever this is'

She thought inside her head, with now an unusual frown forming on her lovely face, before gently waving her right hand with a pulse of mana to the air of her surroundings. As she then -with the only use of a levitation magic- went on to arranged back together the books that she had previously took from their compartments.

A neat trick and handy spell if she could say so herself, but besides the point. She was sure that there was always something that Kael could give her for work. If not, maybe she could even lend a hand at the current mana crystal production project that they were working on, yeah that's right, she needed to know on why were they even mass-producing these storing crystals now anyway?

'Yeah, I need to learn more about their projects. There is nothing… I am not feeling anything about him...'

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Between the Ghostlands and the Eversong Forest

Initially he had wanted to continue his studies on what he had left on about the contents of his book, aenigma and especially spend some more actual time with Lyandra. Along of maybe thinking of showing his enchanted tome towards her to help him with its complex contents.

But after deciding on cutting off early his lessons towards his students and for some strange reasons not finding a single trace of Lyandra insight throughout the village. The blonde demigod had all but then decided to continue off his investigations about the conditions of these new lands that he been surprisingly contemporarily been set upon to. And by now, Naruto was in a sense, already deep inside of a wooden forest, if ever he could call this muck gloom-filled woods a forest in by his standards.

Yes, he was,

But instead of finding a lush forest of greenery, that he had always been accustomed to in his entire experiences on his life. What he found was only nothing short but a forest that was scorched down to its cinders, with fields blackened by the colors of ebony and literally littered with the traces of death on its grounds. He could say this was not that sight that he expected to himself to find when he decided on this little endeavor.

Putrid, was the only close word that he could find to describe this patch of infestations of rot and desolations right in front of his now flickering blue to blazing red eyes.

'These damages can almost be compared to what had happened at Felwood….'

He thought to himself as he compared the state of affairs of these lands back from the forests that he had once the privilege to help on recovering, back on the lands of Kalimdor. The only remarking difference this time was that instead of a land that was heavily polluted by the tainted remnants of Fel, these lands were all but infested by the touch of decay and death….

And by all means it didn't just outright bode well for the young semi demigod. No, he reeled from the utter afront that was entirely up in his eyes. As a druid and even more so a now admitted demigod himself. Naruto could feel the acres of land around crying out their pained tortures towards him.

It was still strange, granted now that he had admitted it to himself. This gnawing pain that he would constantly ignore to himself back then when he was still being trained by his sensei on the ways of the druids. Granted that he may indeed had some semblance of connection towards nature when he was in sage mode even before did he became whatever he currently is right now and before did he trained by the arts that his sensei had taught him, but it was all just simply chakra based to the core, in contrasts to the sensations that he was particularly feeling in of as for the moment.

He shook himself off from his thoughts and bent down to reach a single hand towards the pitch blacked soil below his wooden getas. Reaching down a single hand, to inspect its sustenance and quality. He felt the coarse ebony grain of somewhat burnt like minerals.

"What could have possibly happened to these forests?..."

He asked sullenly to himself. Sure enough, he did look around through the various woods surrounding on these new lands that he had been brought upon by a strange twist of fate. And by comparisons he could tell that these trees weren't just sick, it was as if that they had been purposely damaged and set a flamed to its cinders.

A pang of sadness and grief then crawled up to the fox demigod's chest as he swept his look towards the scorched remnants of the corpses, bones and tree's that he had caught within his gaze.

Before he then categorically stopped himself from mulling further in his depressing thoughts and finally make some actions that truly mattered. He spied with his blue orbs for a proper perfect spot for his meditations. Until he then found a suitable setting for his base of actions up above the central massive bough of great tree near his vicinity.

Gathering a little bit of chakra to his legs, he blurred and jetted from his base of position from the soil ground like a creature that was all but made to defy gravity at his bounds, and landed on safely as he could have managed onto the wooden boughs of the great tree that he had previously set his eyes on.

He took his efforts to survey around his newfound views within his eyes to assure himself the security of his chosen location. After all, one can never be too sure in securing one's own safety, as per the experience that he had still recollected back then when he still considered to be a lone time shinobi, before he then sat on its top surface in an all too familiar lotus meditative posture and closed his eyes, to finally concentrate on his newfound tasks at hand of his cognizance's.

Without much effort he then tapped in to the very ebbing essence of life that he could now readily feel all over around him. With his eyes closed and every micro fibre of his being entirely focused. He channeled his life chakra all around him. Enough to give sustenance, to give spark and renew life.

He continued with his preordained task before him. Feeling the rather slow healing growth process of all of the nearby flora's around him and as he tapped his energies into their once diminishing vitalities, he felt something inside the trees.

He felt that they were in some sorts of interconnected web between each other. Life and life, like a plethora of threads that had been tied all together, he could feel it, even if it was now presently faint, it was there.

Huh, so maybe that explains it on why that some of the flora of these forests still even managed to barely survived these decays and corruptions.

'Just like the forests surrounding mount Hyjal…'

He grinned, he could say that he owed it to this forest's strange biological makeup, because the recovery that he would do will be more than easy to establish.

Now, to only harness these routes, for his own purpose, heck he might be even to heal this forest in no time if he could learn to tap into these strange connections. The only question was how was he even going to that in the first place?

With his eyebrows furrowed in deep concentration. He tried to connect himself with the networks of life by hammering and flooding it down with his own nature energies. To see if whether he can even access their connections, but try as it he may he sensed that no matter what angle did he approach, he could only feel that his own verves of energies were all just seemingly wasted in its wakes of his methods.

Sure, the results were there, but he could conclude that the healing and growth that he could see with his eyes and senses were just the penultimately results of his energies, that had badly leaked off from his failed mass rejuvenation process's and attempts.

'Damnit! Why won't it work!' He voiced out within his mind, as he could only grind his teeth in his own utter frustrations. This was just supposed to be easy as it could be for his capabilities and process technicalities, to heal the entire woods in an instant with his energies, yet why!?

Until then out of nowhere, a familiar feeling then swelled up from the bottom of his guts, that was all but pulling him away from his current concentrations. It was a feeling that he knew all too well that had always had been tormenting him ever since the following day he had received his extra appendages and features to him.

'Why won't any those trolls learn, that I will never be one of their fucking Loas!'

Vehemently squashing down the annoying attempts to those who were trying to yet again summon his presence and not to be deterred by his constant failings of his attempts.

He calmed and then shortly composed himself after being reminded of the annoying summons that he had now usually gotten from the trolls even back then when he was still training at the verdant fields of the Moonglades of Kalimdor.

Naruto continued his advances between alternating on sensing a new course of actions for his plans, while also finding out a new angle that might help him with his endeavours.

Before he then felt a strange weird familiar pulses of energy signatures far ahead deep into the woods that he hadn't still dared to investigate, when he had then attempted to tamper his way towards the forest's influx of interconnected web life force's.

The energy signatures felt like a flickering beacon of nature of energies.

'Odd,… I haven't sent off any of my treants here in the deep of the forests yet….'

He thought pensively to himself, as he was sure of it that these were the energy signatures of a treants or that of an ancient. On which then in hand begets a question. Why were they here?

Deciding to find out the answers for himself and in hopes of learning more about these strange web connections with these forests, from the beings that he had just sensed. He stood up from his meditative position, in efforts to search out these local ancient beings that he had sensed out within deeper parts of these forests.

Before he barrelled through the directions of their signatures, in a speed that he could truly say that befitted his past shinobi roots and ancestries. Hopping from to tree to tree in the most ninja-esque way that he could manage, he then rapidly made his way through the wades of these grim filled decaying dark woods, avoiding the detections of the occasional undead stragglers that he knew that would often openly wander about in these lands.

Until he then came across through an open glade in his tracks, with fields even more scorched than ever and corrupted by the taints of death energies that were coloured black as ebony. Clearly, he could tell that destruction that had been caused by the wakes of the undead was clearly more apparent in these parts even more so than to the previous areas that he had went on to explore on his ventures.

But instead of focusing his eyes in the apparent fields of destruction. He steadied his visions on the figures that he could make up in the distance and then it all confirmed up his suspicions.

Treants.

Right, he was right, as there they were in front of his eyes. Grouped together in what seems to be a make shifted grove in the centre of the glades of the forests, there was no doubt about it that they were treants. The ancient creatures of the woods and fellow caretakers of the forests, he knew if there were anyone who would be more than knowledgeable enough to educate him with the functions of the webs that had been interlaid in these forests, it was them.

But what was this sense of foreboding that was welling up inside him? warning him of a danger that his guts were foretelling.

Nevertheless, he continued to press on, to talk to the new albeit somewhat strange treants before his sights. Eager to learn more from the local spirits about the total make up of these strange life webs around these places.

And when he then arrived near one of the supposed treants in the centre of the glades, after quickly body flickering his way into their grounds and thinking of the treants of no harm while now preparing his own greetings towards his somewhat fellow folks of the forests.

"Hey can-"

Before it was then to his very own surprise when suddenly the treant that he had just approached had just then all but then abruptly lunge itself in almost wild absent-minded feral manner towards his directions. Briefly catching off the blonde of his guard by the sudden unexpected assault of the walking tree spirit.

"-What The!"

He exclaimed his sudden shock, as he continued to dodge his way between the mindless swipes of the mad treants before him, as he then leapt back in a very great distance away from his sudden opponent, when he had then felt some their numbers of their brethren had managed to surround him out of the corners of his peripherals.

"Damnit! What is wrong with them!"

Again, he continued with his dodges, because he didn't want to hurt them, he had only ever wanted to talk to them in the first place. Before he saw and heard one of the treants made a loud aggressive growl towards his direction, on which he had only then replied with possibly the most mature action that he could possibly thought off in the moment, which was a blowing a raspberry to their faces.

"YOu WilL Die TresPasSer! We Will not Let yOu do mOre Harm to the Forests!" A white barked treant, with gnarly leaf-less branches and beady purple coloured eyes, then barked out its anger towards him.

Oops, perhaps taunting them wasn't probably the best course of action that he might had taken, whilst dodging their feral swipes.

Knowing that fighting them will only make his questions left un-answered and would make things in turn far much worse. He tried his best to initiate again some sort of conversation with the raging treants hoping in his mind that the wayward woodland beings would listen, before he spoke.

"Hey! Hey! Stop! I don't wanna fight you guys. I just want to help, so can you please stop with the swinging of your arms and branches, I would deeply much- Hey!"

He said as he tried to placate himself further to these treants that he had meant no harm to them nor to the forests that he knew that they also cherished, before he was cut short from his dialogue as he again dodge his ways through the barrage of wooden stakes and claws that the wooden creatures had sent to him.

Feeling fed up already with the senseless attacks that he was always receiving at the end of each stick, Naruto then finally decided that maybe it was time already show to some force to the matter at his hands and with a sudden build-up of chakra that he was now forming deep within his gut, he thundered.

"I SAID STOP DAMNIT!"

The blonde pseudo fox demigod shouted, as he flared up his energies and of his own chakra in a burst of explosion all over his body.

He was already outrightly irritated by their outmost initial attacks towards him for no sense or reasons, as he knew that he hadn't got any time squander if ever he should want to restore back the state of these forests in post haste.

And just as expected the treants had stopped and most importantly they gawked after the moment he had released the pressure of his own power. In total shock and visibly shaken at the display that they had just witnessed.

"W-who are you Creature?"

The old gnarly white barked treant -on which Naruto had assumed as their leader- then proceeded to ask him carefully the question that had just now been instilled inside of their wooden noggins, as they were certain that they had just felt the fox being's strong nature-divine energies right before their eyes and senses.

He breathed in a puff of air to his lungs, to calm himself down. Before the blonde fox demigod then proceeded to do the usual's of his introductions and by means of usual's, he showed them his brightest smiles on his face as he then scratched awkwardly behind his head, still not really up to the comforts of introducing his self as some sort of demigod towards others.

"Naruto, the name's Naruto Uzumaki, an arch druid of the Cenarian Circle of Kalimdor and some sort of demigod. He he."

"*gasp* A-a d-demi-god!?"

If tree's or treants were able to gasp in shock he was heck surely seeing them now.

As all he got after from his momentarily somewhat still awkward introduction from awhile earlier were the greatly incredulous stares of the woodland beings before him. Not that he could blame them for their doubtful concerns, hell he knew that even to himself he wouldn't just outrightly believe any sane person who would proclaim themselves to be demigods to his face.

Until then he recomposed himself towards the woodland beings before him. And now in a much sterner fashion he proceeded to let out a trickle of his chakra and energies within him, to let them know that he had it within him to back up his claims of his semi divinity. Before he spoke.

"Yes, that's what I am." 'or sort of that's what Furion had been calling me now anyway.'

The results were pretty much obvious when he had then done his verifications towards the treants. They were quaking, especially to what he could see the elders. As they knew that they hadn't felt this much potent life-nature energies ever since in centuries and especially more so after the events of the great sundering. Back then when they still had some contacts with the wild gods of the forests.

There was no doubting it now and sure enough the treants in question then slowly reeled back from his closeness, making sure showing their respect by giving him the space that they had previously so rudely intruded.

"My-no, our a-apologies oh great one, my n-name is Whitebark the leader of the surviving treants of these forests." The white coloured tree now named Whitebark then answered.

And by then the blonde fox demigod then rose a right eyebrow at the treants statements.

'Surviving treants?'

He questioned within his thoughts.

For sure he was aware on how the entire the tragedy had befallen upon these lands on by the recounted second-hand down tales of the elven folks within the village along with the records that he had read. Sure, enough to you Naruto Uzumaki reads! But that besides the point, he knew that he hadn't still even heard the personal perspectives of the woodland beings before him and on how it all had transpired for them.

"You said that your name was Whitebark and you are their leader, right?"

He asked his rhetorical question towards the leaders of the treants, as he turned himself to look towards the parts of the burned trees of the forests.

Hmm, an oddly too much of a descriptive name, now that he could think of to himself, not that he had any quarrels with the elder treants given name. It fitted him, giving his general colour and appearance and all.

"Yes?"

The white wooden being then answered back to him, uncertain, and unable to follow on why would the demigod before them would even ask him such a question.

"Would you mind if I were to ask you here and now with my questions?"

The elder white coloured treant then sputtered. Well more likely coughed to the sound of his ears now anyway.

"O-of course not, in fact we would be honoured if we were able to answer your questions, youn lord."

And that did it, he sighed. He figured he might just as well accept it, after all he knew that he had been called worse from his past share experiences of names towards his person. Until he deigned them then again with a look that told him to be trying to probe on the truthfulness of the elder treants words and asked.

"Really?"

The blonde fox asked again before he was then met with a series of firm stiff nods from the treants all around him. He grinned.

"Great!"

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Unknown Place

In the shades of a series of large rock formations towering over the vast expanse of the desserts. There located a caravan of band wagons made out of tunic cloths and wood for its bottom and wheels altogether. Pulled and drawn by four legged creatures that was woolled in its features, called Lamas.

The owners of these placed wagons were not humans, orcs nor any known notable promising racial denizens of the mortal plains of the planet of Azeroth. Nay, the possessors of these caravan of band wagons were the small wily anthromorphic vulpine like furry people called the Vulperas.

And inside on the one of the many wagons that laid on the open wilderness. There sat a lone Vulpera, with eyes closed it could be seen that in front of him was shrine that were decorated by all manners of tribal like ornaments but the probably the most prominent one was the big wooden fox mask that hung glued to the walls of the wagon.

And just like any of his kind he had the same vulpine fox-like appearance to him, but there were also many things on his features that sat him apart from the others.

Mainly the Vulpera in question was male who had a slightly long and narrow snout in his features, but was not too long and slim to make him look fraudulent in his looks in the eye of others, just enough to stave off the general measure of looks and impressions of cunningness that was usually associated by the honed instincts that other race who was rather well aware of their existence knew ran deep in the blood of their kin and species.

With a dark black colour splotching only the tips of his fennec like ears and furry tail at the back if his rear. One could mostly see that he had a light saffron orange coloured fur that covers mostly the back hide of his inclusive figure, from the shaft of his furry tails up to the top his head and with white fur only covering his face, his foots, his claw-like arms and the general front of his overall body.

Just like the many inclusions that he had from the rest of his people. His clothes are what could only be seen on as slightly distinct compared to the usual drab of clothing's that was seen to be worn from those who are living in an admittedly scorching dessert. For his upper section of his torso was bare, and the only oddly apparent normal sartorial that he wore was his brown coloured dessert dress thawb that covered mostly the lower parts of his body. With only leather-like clothe strip wrappings attached to his wrists and small plate armour that placed upon his shoulders and around under the circumference of his neck and collarbones.

One could justly arguably say that he really did stood from the rest. But it was not only due to his appearance, no, it was because he had this presence of dignity along with many more within him that tells on more than what commonly meets the eyes of others…

But as we look back to our said vulpera, we can see that he was obviously doing some sorts of prayer in front of the shrine of his dwellings. That until, then his ears twitched when he had then heard something or rather someone at the flap entrance of the wagon, opening and entering to the entrance of his abode.

"A-are you really sure about this father?"

A soft male voice called then out to the orange coated vulpera. A voice that he knew that he very heavily recognized and familiar with. It was his child, his son, that he knew that was calling out to him. But still, nonetheless he continued with his silent prayers. Until the vulperan now named Kiro then finally opened his eyes and answered.

"…Yes" His reply came out steady and short. But it was clear to the other person who had just entered the wagon that the oranged coated vulpera was worried, not for himself, no, but it was for their people.

"Why?..."

Kiro heard again a question, most likely directed to him, instead of the decision that he knew, he had made for the future of their kin. And now with an understanding thought towards the other occupant within the room.

Kiro stood up and turned towards him, towards his child and spoke.

"For I believe that these rumors are the signs of our creator's return. Our lord must have finally after all these hundreds of years heard of our prayers."

Kiro said, as he watched his son Robin, who bore a very heavy tad resemblance of his youth only though he had inherited some of his wife's reddish like hue to his own orange coat, widened his eyes in surprise in hearing his words. Not that he could blame his son for the shock that he had just felt, he knew that from the eyes of many that he had always been one of the if not the most practical vulperan in their tribe, being the leader will most likely do that to you. But that besides the point. Heck he knew to himself that he wasn't technically one of the most superstitious individuals amongst their people and of their kin. So, it was a no surprise to him if he were seeing now the disbelieving gazes that his son was leveling on him at his self. Until he continued.

"We need him now more than ever for if ever are we to have future for our people. And if ever even though our chances of proving out the facts of our creator's apparent return is grim. I still do believe that it is only by our right and duty to seek him out and return him together with us towards our and his rightful people, son…"

"I-I see, I understand." The young fiery orange-colored vulperan said and nodded. He understood the wishes of his father, while admittedly they were still profiting and somewhat making a living from their wanderer like gypsy life traveling through different kinds of places to avoid their enemies, pocket pieces of information, make trades, and profits. But he also knew that living down highways will only get themselves so far in their lives, he understood his father's wishes. A life of stability for the future of their people. A life more than just making ends and living down on the roads of the desserts…

"Glad that you could see it my way, Robin. Now I trust that the deal we have in procuring some ships from our Zandalarin allies is going well?" Kiro asked as he then shifted the focus of his eyes towards the sight of his people outside at the entrance of their wagon, on which he saw them doing their daily routine and rituals. With the little kits running and playing around in the shades and fields of their encampment.

"Yes, Father. I've already had some discussions with Troll King's few generals and they said they were willing to lend us some of their ships, providing only for a price…"

Robin said as he shifted quite anxiously to himself at the end of his words, an action that didn't went go on unnoticed by the eyes of vulperan patriarch before him.

"And I understood that this price their stating is not pertaining to any amount of gold now is it?" The elder orange coated vulperan said, already getting to the grasps of the ideas on what the trolls would have wanted in exchange for their ships.

"Y-yes" the young vulperan admitted somewhat hesitantly, and upon seeing the look that his patriarch was sending to him in broaching more of the answers that he held, he continued. "After I've told them about our intents upon the purchase of their ships. They said that all they've ever wanted as partial payment to our deals was to arrange some meetings with King Rastakhan's court and of our progenitor, father." Robin finished.

And with that a pregnant pause was all then instilled on throughout the air inside of the wagon, as the elder vulpera then weighed down the answers that he had just heard. Until then with a paw placed contemplatively under his furred chin, he spoke.

"I see...", Kiro said and sighed, as he continued. "Providing that we'll even see our progenitor, then we will hope to try to upheld our ends in the deal of their bargain. But for now, tell Meerah and the others who will be coming along in our voyage to make haste in our provisions."

The vulperan heir nodded towards the words of his father, as he made his way outside of the wagon and left.

The further discussions about the deal that would be best described that they had with the Trolls, would just have to wait. For now, even Kiro can acknowledge it to himself that they needed to prepare themselves now for their expedition.

And with the extra ships that they have now secured for themselves. They knew that it would be only a matter of time, before they would now actively begin the search for their progenitor at the lands on where the rumours of his apparent return have supposed started from…

Upon at the distant lands of Kalimdor…

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