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Lyrah couldn't stop trying to crane her neck to see the tops of the ethereal trees of Ardenweald.  Everything about the place seemed as if it called to her, from the simple rocks to the glowing seeds nestled into the underbrush.  It was like the elements themselves were breathing all around her, rising and falling peacefully.  There was no abuse of their power, no unleashed rage or malice.  They were simply sleeping, and they lent their aid when called upon like a lazy pet trying to snooze.

Truly, she did want to find her mother, but part of her felt that this was mostly for her father's benefit more than hers.  She really didn't [i]want[/i] to be lazy per se, but the vibrant grass was terribly enticing after she'd just jumped between three different planes of existence.  Her gaze fell upon a particularly soft-looking patch, and the naked tauren happily laid herself down and slid both hands behind her horned head to stare up at the sparkling sky.

That is, until an unusual set of noises caught her ear.

As much as she wanted to drift off to sleep, the noises were incredibly distracting.  As she listened, she quickly realized they almost sounded like... moans?  Groans?  Grunts?  Was sex a thing in the afterlife?  Now her curiosity had been piqued, and she quietly picked herself up and tiphoofed through the grass to make her way toward the noises.  Really all she had to do was peer around the nearest tree trunk to find a small, secluded clearing, where she found perhaps the most unusual sight she could have imagined.

Two glowing blue beasts stood in the ankle-deep pool, the frontmost of which being in the shape of an almost translucent-looking bear.  Her head hovered just above the water as she arched her furred rump high, pushing it back [i]hard[/i] against the same-colored, equine length of none other than a powerful-looking unicorn.  The couple's grunts and groans were not entirely animalistic, some of the echoes coming out in simple Orcish of all things.

Now, it wasn't every day that one might come across a unicorn fucking a bear, particularly considering both were clearly sentient in some way.  Lyrah's normally-horny mind was tempered with curiosity, and she even surprised herself by having to squeeze her thighs together before daring to step into the grove.  "Uh... 'scuse me, sorry, I don't mean to bother...."

The unicorn's head jerked toward her immediately.  "Oh sh-" he started, then unexpectedly let out a powerful whinny and began to convulse above his lover.

"Yes!" the bear cried in a feminine voice, backing up against him as she felt herself suddenly get filled with several eruptions of his equine seed.  A satisfied moan escaped her as she shifted forward off of his cock and flopped onto one side... which is when she finally caught sight of Lyrah.  "O-oh!  Sssssoooorrryyyyy," she moaned out, still twitching in ecstasy as her lover's seed spilled from her ursine quim.

The unicorn shook his head vigorously, clearly trying to make himself modest, but it wasn't as if he could stow his erection on command.  "F-forgive us, please do not t-tell the others.  They would not leave us alone for a month the last time we got caught."

The bear rolled her eyes and slowly picked up her quivering form.  "Th-there is no fun in it without the r-risk.  And I think this is..." she stopped and sniffed the air as she approached Lyrah.  "Not a Maw Walker, but a mortal?  What brings you here, honey?  And where are your clothes?"

Lyrah visibly blushed and crossed her arms over her heavy bust.  "Oh, I, uh, lost them on the trip to the Shadowlands, but I'm used to it by now, I guess.  Don't be sorry!  [i]I'm[/i] sorry, I didn't mean to bother you!  I just- I heard you and, uh... anywaaaay, I'm kinda looking for someone in particular, so I'll just get out of your hair... err, fur."

The unicorn trotted in a slow circle around Lyrah.  The beasts' lips didn't move when they spoke, rather their voices echoed from them in ethereal fashion, much like most things in Ardenweald.  "Hmm," he echoed and sniffed softly.  "Who is it you seek?"

Both spirits seemed relatively harmless, but their scrutiny reminded her keenly that she was still nude.  "Um... do you know where I could find Kinah?  Kinah Lighthand?  She might go by the name Grimtotem, too."

The spirits went silent and exchanged curious glances.  The bear slowly stopped and sat on her haunches before speaking again.  "Why do you seek her?"

Lyrah began to fidget.  It was obvious they knew who she was talking about, but it was impossible to tell their intentions upon their feral faces.  "She's, uh... s-she's my mom, and... I never got to meet her."

The two spirits exchanged glances one last time, and ultimately it was the unicorn who pointed his hoof back in the direction she'd come from.  "Her grove is not far.  She lives at the base of the largest Southern tree.  You cannot miss it."

The shaman's eyes lit up.  "Really?  Oh thank you so much!" she cried, and without thinking she threw her arms around the unicorn's neck, then repeated the process with the seated bear.  "You two are great!  Keep doing what you're doing!  I gotta go find my dad!"  And with that, Lyrah bolted back off and out of sight before the spirits could reply.

As if they'd been holding their breath, both spirits let out deep exhales.  A spiral of blue-colored magic shrouded them both, suddenly replaced by the translucent, naked spirits of a male and a female tauren instead.  "That was... fortunate?" the male rumbled with uncertainty.

The female remained seated and flopped onto her back, her heavy breasts nearly bouncing back into her face.  "As fortunate as we could have gotten," she sighed.  "I am sorry, darling.  I had no idea-"

"There was no way we could have imagined," he echoed and took a seat next to her.  "Mortals barely come here anyway.  The odds of our granddaughter catching us in the act are astronomical."

"At least it was not our son," she sighed and unfocused her glowing eyes.  "Perhaps we should go find another grove for a while."

The male raised an eyebrow.  "You do not wish to see him?"

"I have not seen him in many, many years," she lamented.  "I am certain Drenan has forgotten all about us by now.  It is for the best."