Zebrinnu's passing

Kil'gora made her way back to the Den one afternoon after some early morning training. Instead of her leather straps and bindings, her mail armor chimed with her every step as its rings clinged one against the other. She saluted the Bloodfury that were there to be found with a quiet yet firm "Mok'ra." She brought herself to sit upon a log, the burn out bonfire still standing as piles of logs of wood and straw turned to ashes, ready to be fired up again that evening. The light of day was enough, though.

She had a hearty drink of water, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, then glanced up, worry apparent in her eyes. As she saw the questioning looks of the orcs around her, she pulled back her coif and began to speak.

"It's been a bitter-sweet week for our fellow Trolls...
"They've found their home in the ruins of Zul'Gurub, recovered from the worshippers of Hakkar. The temple is in rightful hands now.
...But there has been a loss in the Shadowtusk Clan. Our fellow hunter, Zebrinnu... has fallen. His passing has weighed heavily upon the Shadowtusk, and tonight they celebrate his rituals. I've never seen Niknab so upset..."

She stopped talking, thoughtful for a moment and shook her head, taking another drink of water.
"I suppose I'll have to bear with Kiiluway's presence... But comforting Niknab and Ryayukou is worth it. You Bloodfury ought to come, to pay your respects... I know life and death happens, especially in this time of war. But when someone close to you passes away in battle, there is little you can do except to honor the Spirits... and fight in the name of the fallen."

She sighed deeply and brought herself to her feet, pacing around the cave. Clearly, it seemed like other things weighed on her mind... She stepped outside, her worg joining her as soon as she was seen coming out of the furnished cave. Running her fingers over the worg's mane, she mounted the animal.
"I will see you tonight, Bloodfury. Aka'Magosh." She saluted, and with that rode off.