Titan Roots

The sun never really rose in Northrend, but at least it wasn't snowing this morning, which, she had to admit, was a nice change. It had seemed like during the past two weeks the Peaks had wanted to prove their name was in fact correct, despite the at time treacherously quiet days. This had all started with Hati and the constant stream of questions she got about him. Where he came from, how she'd found him and most importantly what he was.
A good amount of people had in fact tried figuring out what he was, ranging from other Hunters to Druids to various Shaman, including the Chieftain and even his riding worg had tried figuring out what Hati was exaxctly. None of them had come any further than confirming he was alive, which she kind of had already figured out by herself, thank you very much.
The only useful hint she had gotten in all this time had been from some weird Orc, yet another Shaman, who had started talking to her in the middle of Silvermoon City, after seeing Hati. He'd babbled on about Old Ones, Titans and, apparently, 'sacred wolves'. She had just brushed it off as a mad man's babbeling, because, come on, who believes a random Orc in the streets of Silvermoon City. There were enough insane Sin'dorei there, so an insane Orc would make not a lot of difference.
The day after the Rolling Hills meeting at Dath'Remar's shrine Hati had seemed jittery, and she had decided to leave for the Peaks, without thinking, without saying goodbye to anyone and, as she discovered when she thought to contact the Clan, without a spare powersource for her buzzbox. So she had decided to instead send a letter, perhaps not the fastest, most reliable way of contact, but the Taun'ka village had conveniently enough not sold battery packs. Judging by a lack of any incoming contact though, she had to assume that though the letter had been sent, it hadn't been received or read yet.
Segolia looked from the remains of the campfire to Hati, who seemed wary, nearly stressed, his ears nearly flat on his skull, a constant low growl, almost a humming coming from him. He had been doing this for nearly a day now, as if something was bothering him, or perhaps frightened him. It started as they had gotten nearer the Titan complexes of Ulduar, trekking through the mountains near the ravine between the mainland of Northrend and the Titans' prison. The main reason they had just been trekking around because there was the case of having no idea whatsoever as to what to do to find out more about the wolf other than return to the place where she had found him, and from there out scout through Storm Peaks, looking for more like Hati.
They were near the Iron Giant now, the statue, or whatever it was, of some over sized Dwarf, guarded by mechanical golems and what seemed to be iron Dwarves, though slightly taller. She had set up a camp in a crevice in the mountains, conveniently out of the wind, just big enough for her and Hati, though the big wolf had stayed outside, alert, looking around skittishly. She presumed he had been up all night, watching for something, and now he was just pacing around nervously. “Daft beast.” Segolia shook her head, stuffing the last bit of the impromptu camp (a pillow she had taken as a trophy from a camp in Crystalsong Forest) in her bag, then got up, sticking her head around the edge of the crevice.
It looked good enough, though overhead thick clouds were looming, no doubt filled with even more snow. She grimaced, looking up, swinging her backpack over her shoulder, and setting off, stroking Hati over his head as she passed by, motioning for the wolf to follow.
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