Whitecliff

At this point, it's impossible not to mention the Thunderhawks in the team, a feat credited to Rayden.

In the territory once occupied by the Blood Elves, wild Thunderhawks had made their home.

Over the past few weeks, through Rayden's persuasion and efforts, a number of these Thunderhawks had been brought into the Horde's ranks.

In mid-air, atop a Thunderhawk's back, Orion held Sylvana at the waist. His hands weren't idle either, wandering over her body.

Kitsune Sylvana, sensitive as always, had already collapsed into Orion's arms, her body weakening under his touch.

Orion inhaled deeply, savoring the fragrance in Sylvana's hair, and teased her with a playful remark.

"I smell something unusual on you. I've heard that when Kitsune are in heat, they exude this scent. Is that true?"

Sylvana, feeling weak and limp in his embrace, didn't respond. She knew Orion was just teasing her, trying to get a rise out of her.