On the morning glory Socio crawled up and headed to the bonfire wich was kept up by orcs all day and all night. Socio sitted down, and absentmindedly patted the sleeping wolf next to her, while still yawning and trying to make the night go away from her eyes. The wolf glared back to her and Socio noticed she stared to the eyes of shaman, Kibo. "M-me sorreh.." Socio mumbled and took some distance to him, while drawing her hand back. Socio watched from the corner of her eye how he lazily layed his snout back to his paws and continued sleeping.
Shaman wolf, she wanted to know how to become one too. But she knew only strong shaman could transform into a ghostwolf. Maybe Kibo could teach her? Or if not, she could still use her eyes and learn a thing or two from him. Socio started to cut skins to their shape, concentrathing to her work so much, she didn't notice when the shaman left.
Socio pushed some finished armorpieces to her bag, and walked to zeppelin landing. She had few times visited Orgrimmar, to sell armor and bags she had made, after moving permanently to Vale. When she saw zeppelin finally stopping to its platform Socio felt presence of something powerful. Even before laying her eyes to a masked troll, followed by hunter and it's bird she knew who she was looking to. Fear and respect bubbled inside of her for a moment, before she kneeled to platform in front of Emperor. She didn't need to ask who this troll was, there was no doubt of it. Without daring to look directly to Emperor, Socio silently saluted him as he passed by, before stepping to the Zeppelin.
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