"Old woman said Miranda special," Throgg countered. "Maybe she tough. Women handle pain better than men."
The Gilnean interrupted the pair by walking into their camp. No trace of wolf or bear haunted the man's features; he was wearing his Human face. "I found the Grimtotem. Throgg, put your axe down. There's no point. They're already dead."
"See?" Throgg told the Blood Elf. "Miranda is very fierce."
"Maybe," the druid acknowledged, "but the Tauren were killed by Worgen. Their faces, chests, and throats all showed fang and claw attacks. Feral Worgen, and part of Genn's people. But Worgen."
"This is Duskwood," Lolegolas said. "We kind of knew they were around. I can put on a melodramatic shocked face if you'd like, maybe scream like a little girl. Would that help?"
"Oh, the funny. So very funny," the Gilnean replied drily. "The point is that if the Grimtotem were following any kind of trail, feral Worgen would have no trouble tracking her down. We should probably hurry."