"Stop that," Miranda muttered as they ran through Undercity.
"What?" Lolegolas asked. "Stop what?"
"Nothing," the woman muttered, jogging up rough-hewn steps two at a time. "I wasn't talking to you."
"Would you focus?" Throgg growled. He reached the open air first, clapping his hands together. "Here, Ambrosius!"
In a puff of gray clouds, a gigantic yak suddenly appeared. Throgg lept upon its back with all the preternatural grace of a sack of rocks. "The human wizard isn't far ahead."
"Wait," Miranda spat. "Wait, wait, wait. What in the name of Chromie's ambiguous name is that?"
Throgg looked down at the yak then back at the girl. "It's a yak."
"I know it's a yak," Miranda sighed. "What are you doing with a yak?"
"Riding it?" Throgg asked. "Like, after the bad guy? As you do with a mount. It's a mount thing. This yak is a mount. It's a racing yak."
"How'd you even get a yak? It's not out yet. That's a panda thing."
"Oh, look who's so inquisitive now," Lolegolas mocked. "Wants to know someone else's secrets and is all offended by unexplained things. How frustrating that must be for you!"
Miranda scowled like a dragon with a toothache. "Shut up and go back to being pretty, elf."
"I never stopped, thank you."
How to get it: Waiting until Mists of Pandaria seems to be a solid first step.
How to get rid of it: If it's like every other mount in the game, which it likely is, you won't get rid of it. It's not a thing to get rid of. It's a spell you ride.
(Note from the narrator: Yak racing is a real thing. It has a Wikipedia entry and everything.)
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