Ámpara travelled out alone to Ashenvale. She found it strange not to hear
the soft padding of her faithful companion's paws behind her, or the gentle
friendly nudge of a furry head when she stopped to get her bearings. She
felt vulnerable without Dryn, but she reminded herself of what she was doing
and this steadied her nerves. Slowing to a walk, her hooves clapping softly
on the stone path, she concentrated on her surroundings. Yes, there it was;
her tracking had been correct. She paused and moments later a white wolf
crested the hill to her left, sniffing the air curiously. Ámpara focused her
energies, drawing on the connection she shared with all Nature's creatures,
and reached out and into the wolf's mind, joining and binding the two of
them together in the process. The wolf sprang forwards, teeth bared; he
disliked the sensation the contact produced and looked to remove the cause.
Ámpara stood her ground and it didn't take her long to complete the link.
The wolf became docile and Ámpara fed him some lion chops which he gobbled
up greedily, then he looked up at her and whimpered for more. "Not yet,"
Ámpara told him, "we've got work to do."