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	“Archdruid Quela!  Scout reporting!  Tauren spies from the Horde have been subdued and captured near the Felwood border!”

	The night elf sentinel shot upright from her bed, stark naked, and offered her subordinate a cocky smile and nod.  “Excellent.  Fetch Sallette for translation and Aurida for security.  Any idea what they were after?”  Her long, midnight blue hair swished behind her as she darted to her dresser, pulled out a meager wrap and loincloth, and began to bind back her bouncy breasts as best as she could.

	“No, Ma’am,” the scout added, averting her gaze to try hiding her blush.  “In fact, they weren’t very well-hidden at all.”

	Quela scoffed and pulled the curve-hugging loincloth up over her violet-skinned rump.  “Not surprising for tauren I suppose.”

	“Well… according to the report, they were caught, uh…”  The scout squinted at the parchment in her hands, blushing even harder.  “... ‘Milking the bull’... whatever that means.”

	This finally gave Quela pause.  “I see.  I’ll just have to speak to them myself I suppose.”  The well-toned night elf turned back toward her messy, leafy bed, peeled back the covers, and planted a kiss upon the muzzle of the naked worgen within them.  “I’ll be back later, Nathan.  Love you Darling.”

	The worgen stirred and sighed, his tongue flicking out to sleepily lap her smooth cheek.  “Love you too, Babe… I’ll be up in a bit.”

	“Take your time,” she assured him, smiling before standing and turning serious once more.  “Dismissed.”

	The scout saluted her archdruid, then promptly bolted through the encampment.

* * * * *

	Minutes later, the commanding Quela strode through the sentinel encampment.  The large grouping of vine-laden tents and tree homes were perfectly hidden just North of the ruins of Astranaar, taking advantage of the now-settled volcano.  Two more female night elves soon fell in step behind her, and all three of them marched to meet the small procession of sentinels that had just breached the camp perimeter.

	Blushing harder than ever, both Drenan and Lyrah had their hands tied behind their backs, forced to walk among four other armored, female sentinels.  While neither of them were normally particularly modest, Drenan had been forced to abandon his leggings, and Lyrah’s drape had slipped off when they’d bound her.  The topless daughter and bottomless father kept their eyes toward the ground as they walked together, and despite their bound hands, their pinkies strained hard to keep interlocked.

	As the sentinels shoved the tauren to their knees, Quela showed no fear in striding right up to them, spear in hand, the butt end of which she planted into the ground before them.  Sallette stood at her right hand, her expression stoic, but Aurida visibly flinched upon seeing the subdued shaman.  “Sallette, ask them their names,” Quela ordered.

	The translator, an elf with deep blue skin and short, jet black hair, cleared her throat and spoke in very, [i]very[/i] rough Taur-ahe.  “We want names, both names!”

	Both tauren looked up to meet the elf’s gaze sternly.  “I am Drenan Lighthand,” the bull responded, “And this is my mate, Lyrah.”

	The translator quickly confirmed their words.  “Drenan,” Quela began, “Why do you spy on us?”

	The translator took a moment to search for words.  “You hide, tell Horde on us.  Why?”

	This brought an angry look to Drenan’s gaze.  “We were not hiding, nor scouting, spying, or any other operation.  We wished to reach Ratchet and had to detour.”

	“Bullshit,” Quela shot after her translator’s whispers.  “Of course the Horde would have no respect for their partners, insisting their mate accompany their agents on scouting missions.  I-”  Quela went quiet suddenly.  Her hand raised toward Lyrah, and a green glow emanated from it.  Lyrah shrunk away from it, but could not escape it before it dimmed.  “She is with child.”

	“Are you sure?” Aurida suddenly blurted, and all eyes turned toward her.  “About what the Horde would do, I mean!  Not all tauren are soldiers, y’know?”

	Quela stared deep into the nervous Aurida’s eyes.  “You wish to vouch for the female?”

	Aurida struggled to steel herself.  “I wish to vouch for both of them.”

	“No,” Quina returned firmly.  “I will not bring this male into our encampment.  He is capable of overpowering many of us if he gets the jump on us at night.”

	Drenan was silently thankful for once that he had no magic to be detected, and it appeared that she couldn’t sense Lyrah’s connection to the elements either.  “Do not hurt her, please,” he rumbled calmly.  “Cast me away if you must, but do not hurt Lyrah.”

	“Daddy, [i]no[/i],” Lyrah hissed.  The two of them locked eyes, revealing Lyrah’s to be bordering on tears.  “Don’t leave me!”

	“I do not think we have a choice,” Drenan returned sadly.  “There are easily thirty or more sentinels here.  We will both die if we fight.  Besides, I think you will be taken care of.”

	“Huh?!” Lyrah said, blinking hard as the tears began to fall.

	“The one they call ‘Aurida’.  Does she seem familiar?”

	Lyrah sniffed and glanced up at the elf.  “Y-yeah… yeah she does.”

	“She was in Feralas during our journey there.  She will not let harm come to you.”

	“Enough chatter!” Quela barked, silencing them both.  “Aurida, strip them and take the female to the furthest bunk.  Keep her in there no matter what.  We can use her to bargain for other captured sentinels.  This one, however….”  Another pause settled in as she stepped closer to Drenan.  “I will personally escort him from the camp.”

	“He is not a worthy prisoner?” Aurida protested.

	Quela furrowed her long eyebrows.  “Do you [i]trust[/i] your commanding officer, Aurida?”

	“With my life!”

	“Then do as I command, [i]now[/i]!”

	Aurida offered Lyrah an apologetic look as she drew closer.  The shaman suddenly turned to her father and lurched at him, locking her lips with his in a fiery, desperate kiss before the both of them were pulled away from each other, and both were stripped of what remained of their clothes and belongings.  Lyrah cried out for Drenan as she was pulled to her hooves, but a gag was quickly stuffed in her mouth as she was hauled away.  Drenan felt anger boil up within him.  “I love you!  I will be back for you!” he roared as Quela jerked him to his hooves in kind.  Of all the elves who lost interest in the scenario, it was the translator, Sallette, who watched after them the longest.
