After recovering from the shock, he walked over and placed a hand on her shoulder. She contorted and yelled at the pain as the child quickly burst out of her. It was almost a blur at how quickly it happened. Pander walked over and used his skinning knife to cut the cord. The little Tauren girl lay in his good hand. She was small, almost like a puppy or cat. He looked down at the mother and offered her the child. She rubbed her hands on the little ones cheek before pushing it away. Pander blinked a moment. Did she actually just reject the child? He looked stunned at her still. Runninggrass stood and looked at the child once more, a tear in her eye. Then she burst off into the sunset. The shaman looked down at the child with sadness. “It seems I will be the one to raise you, now that your mother has rejected you. As she requested before you were even born… at the last time I saw her before now. You will be called Sighingwind.” He chokes up, tears falling over and over on his face, the memories too much to take. He sits down with the now crying child in his arms. “It will be alright, little one. She is not your true mother, for a true mother would care for their child.” He sighed heavily as he rocked his child. “She is not my mate anymore. We will find you a better mother in the world.” In those moments the child finally found some rest, almost as if the words calmed her.

               The large Tauren sits around the Wayfarer’s Rest Inn at the bar. An empty mug in his hand and still a few minutes left before the ‘good’ barkeep arrives. He rubs his head several times, as several memories of his past heartbreaks go through them once again. “Just a few more and they will all be gone.” He mutters to himself several times. His once joy filled face returning after every night at the bar drinking.

A smile brightens his face as Mariveaux places a drink at his side with her usual smile and greeting before she heads off to serve the other drunkards. He chugs one mug after the next until he has to wait for the keep to return.

Though to really think about it… why would one drink like this if not for a reason? The Tauren has said many times to the patrons and sisters… it is to forget his broken heart and to heal the wounds of battle, but those are stories for another day, he thinks to himself.

He wobbles around the bar after his 4^th? No, it was the 5^th keg that night when he started to feel dizzy. A soft spoken troll tapped his shoulder. The large Tauren spun around on his chair this time, as he had done so many times in the past, but this time he fell from his chair and landed plop on the floor.  The beast just lay there a moment, out of sight of the other patrons. He let out a sigh as he slowly stood. “Blah,” He remarked as he made his way over to the couch to lie down.

Mariveaux visited the Tauren several times to refill his mug, but other than that, there were few that spoke to him. He sighed and sipped on his ale as he muttered to himself, “Looks like another…hic….hic, round is…hic, down…hic.” He wobbles several more seconds before falling back onto the couch.

                One memory after another of a distant time, though they appeared happy on the outside, they all brought a similar sadness. They all brought back his past mate, whom they were to have child before she left him.  Almost every memory was becoming blurry, each one but the most recent fading into the ale. Every memory of his former mate, even down to the name continued to spiral into the ale. Though he had one thought on his mind throughout it all… one that seems to bring him a bit of joy and home for a new, rejuvenated thought. The thought even lingered as he woke from that slumber, though he could not place what it was.  He stood and grabbed an ale on his way out to the streets to wander and think. He still could not place it… could not find out exactly what it was that he saw… but all he could remember was maybe a kitten, or maybe a Cat.