After a peaceful meal, the two would enjoy a quiet stroll throughout the compound. The Shatterbreak encampment was full of upcoming warriors training diligently, even through the latter hours of the day. Weighed down by some of the heaviest totems possible, they would swing axes of wood and stone in rows of five, and at the head front of them was a trainer, instructing them.
                Aside from the roaring and grunting of tauren brave trainees, there wasn’t much else going on, except for the watchful eye of one other tauren who had been keeping tabs of the two in secrecy. Wearing a straw hat, clothed in overalls, short and stubby looking, this little tauren was a bull, but unlike the others was height challenged. He wasn’t very strong looking, and he wasn’t very handsome either.
                He was Xane Orehoof, a farmer and forager from a nearby clan. He and Orlea were childhood friends, thought once to be inseparable as calves, until her most recent endeavors involving Aulou. Since then he’s felt an uneasiness unquenched by satisfaction, he had never seen the beauty Orlea act so differently before, and it had prevented him from carrying on in his work.
                He walked yards behind them, keeping his head low and his gaze away from the two as he lurked. His mind questioning with every step, who is he? Where did he come from? And why have I not been introduced? Wanting, and hoping that he was only just a friend, or relative, someone who would have no remote interest in having her as a mate so that he might reserve the opportunity.
                Despite being a stalker, he knew better. He would not find out the answers by sneaking around, by avoiding confrontation. But he could not help it. Being close to her he felt entitled to know what she was up to and with whom. Though his distrust would eventually be discovered by her, he trembled at his knees when he thought of the consequence.
                What was there to be afraid of he questioned. He was a peace loving guy, the lover and never the fighter, but love was a war all in its own, a different board to play. Orlea’s heart in the hands of another would be the end of that war. He couldn't allow himself to not be bold knowing this. His morals were screeching at him, reservations were not uncommon on the battlefield, this was no different.
                And so he followed, followed them wherever they went, up until they reached a lake, where they talked the eve away. He could never get close enough to hear their every word, making out only gibberish and muffled sentences. Roaming further in would not be wise, it heightened the risk of being caught spying.
                “What do you think they’re talkin’ about?”
                “Beats me, my hearing isn’t that good form this dist…”
                He didn't complete his statement. Something wasn’t right when he was replying to someone while doing reconnaissance, a heat began to build around him and he could feel sweat form while his eyesight turned to look at where the voice had come from. He was lying on his stomach and peering through a bush upon a hill, doing the same and now gazing at him with a wide smile was Maga’namu.
                His first thought was how the massive giant had managed to follow without notice, or to even get the drop on him. Either way it wasn’t good, the elder brother knew what he had stumbled upon. Maga’namu now held his fate by the horn, should he choose to he could notify his sister and he would lose any hopes of ever being with her, especially considering how long he had been watching.
                It was then that he recalled something about the big lug. He was notorious for his lack of intellect, the obvious could be easily dismissed if he played his cards right and made it convincing enough.
                “Hey uh, I… Come here often to hide behind this bush. Just because…?”
                Maga’namu blinked at him, “Yeah whatever. Who are those two anyway? They look kinda familiar.”
                “Oh uh, just some people that happened to coincidentally head in the same exact route as me. I wasn’t following them,” he gave him a sheepish smile. In the back of his mind he was almost certain that no one was gullible enough to believe such a tall tale. But he was shocked to find the larger male nodding at him in agreement.
                “Oh yeah, hate when that happens. I remember one time I was following my sister with this new guy I ain’t seen before, and I just so happen to be going the same direction too.”
                It was at that moment that Xane knew he was safe. He was obviously referring to the events of today, following the two of them, and subsequently following him as well. But somehow in the midst of doing so he had either forgotten who he was following, or possibly lost track of them and in finding him perhaps unknowingly regained them in his sight. Neither mattered, he had deduced that he was a moron regardless.
                Xane knew he had to separate from Maga’namu quickly, he was an unpredictable factor in his eavesdropping, and he could not risk him somehow giving away his position, or worse, informing Orlea that the two of them were stalking her. How to do so without raising suspicion did not come to him easily. Sure Maga’namu was a simpleton, but he could yet grow a brain.
                “Alright I think my uh, my mom is calling me, I should probably leave before she gets upset,” Xane rose to his feet and attempted to tread off, but Maga’namu suddenly stopped him. A hot hard hand placed unto his bare shoulder, and he could feel his temperature rising so dramatically that every drip of sweat could be identified. “O-Oh uh, s-something wrong?”
                Maga’namu’s face was frowning now, a cold dead silence between them as Xane turned his head to peer into those mahogany eyes of his. He was scared now, believing he had finally figured him out. The bull finally said, “I too have a mother… Better hall ass bud, she might give ya the paddle if yer late for dinner…”
                Xane’s heart felt as though a great weight had been lifted as he released his held breath in the form of a sigh almost twitching, “Y-Yeah, yeah I wouldn’t want her to do that now…”
                Maga’namu nodded to him with a serious look on his face as Xane crept away. There he turned back to look at Orlea and Aulou.

                Orlea sat down by the lakeside, garnished in light brown tribal robes with patterns of red triangles lined at the waste and foot of it. Her eyes were focused on the lake, occasionally looking to Aulou’s reflection. Her heart was racing with every moment spent at his side, but Aulou’s expression didn’t leave much room for interpretation. She almost felt boring to him, quite a few times in fact, as though he were not amused by her in some way. Unable to simply ask she ignored her thoughts of it, sooner or later though, she would want to know about what he really thought of her. She was almost certain he would deny the negative notion.
                Aulou was staring blankly afar, his eyes out of focus. He was listening to Orlea’s banter on her family lineage. Something deep down was troubling him, something which could not be shared so easily amongst the two of them. But it was overwhelming due to it having impact to them both.
                She stopped speaking to give him a concerned look, “Are you alright? I’m not talking too much am I?”
                Aulou shook his head no, but his eyes never left that unfocussed gaze towards the opposite end of the lake.
                It was at that moment that Orlea let out a slight curious gasp. Something dark was skittering the lake’s bottom, kicking up the elements below.
                “What kind of fish is that?” She asked standing up and walking further into the depths of the lake. She didn’t at all care about getting her dress wet and muddy, much to Aulou’s surprise. Her tri fingers dipped slowly into the water, and aggressively she tried to grasp the fish with both hands. It was slithery, quick, and evasive. She didn’t come anywhere close to nabbing it, and in a snappy tone she uttered the word, “Drat…”
                Aulou’s eyes watched her, observing. As she bent down in front of him for yet another go at catching the fish, his wandering eyes began to inspect her figure, features outstanding for her sex. It took a few seconds to realize what he had been doing amidst watching her, and his attention suddenly averted to the side clearing his throat. He stood up walking over to her. “Here, allow me…”
                Treading to the side of her she had missed grabbing the fish again. She focussed at him and stood up straight. His body motioned to her back to where he was pressed to her, and his hands slid down her arms in light control. She felt a heat build up in her body suddenly, and the same feverish feeling returned to her.
                “Fish are sensitive… They will evade aggression… They will cling to life, where they feel threatened by death... Close yourself off from the thought of catching it, and instead… Focus on becoming one with it… This is an ancient technique passed on by the most adept of fishermen…”
                Her hands lightly fondled, poised in the water, motionless, and apparently unseen by the prey. With his burly hands he made her trace along the sides of it slow and steady, and then encase it with both of her palms. Quickly it darted, but she had caught feel of it before it managed to escape her grip entirely.
                She smiled nervously, “I’m not very good at this.”
                “Nonsense… That was excellent… A bit more practice and you may perfect it…” He replied to her.
                He pulled away now and she turned to look at him again. When his warmth escaped her she almost wished he hadn’t moved away.
                “I… I have something, that I must tell you…” He spoke gently.
                She studied his face briefly, his expression was complete with anxiety. As though he wanted to get something off of his chest, but couldn’t. She anticipated his reply patiently reading that it was of great importance. As he hesitated she gave him a reassuring smile, however his gaze went from her and into the distance.
                Orlea turned her head to see what he could have been looking at, and afar she spotted them, the same two tauren from before, and with them, four others. They were armed and this time, they looked as though they were prepared to execute someone on spot.
                Aulou moved passed her and folded his arms, “…I will have to tell you later…”