Caught!

            A streak, barely a whisper, ran through the forests of Feralas.  Seemingly a spirit with one single goal in mind, and whatever got in its way would not be pleased with the outcome.

            Catching a glimpse of movement out of the corner of its eye, the spirit changed into a tall blue man clad in rough leathers, and a massive mace, imbued with fire, swinging down to crush in the skull of the cultist, then shifting quickly back into the spirit wolf to continue his trek.

            Coming up to Dire Maul, he risks pausing to See around him.

            Cultists.  It seemed like fifteen to twenty were right behind him, and the corpse of their comrade had done nothing to stop them.  Once again shifting into the spirit wolf, the man headed towards the new Feathermoon Stronghold and carefully skirted around it as to not worry the Night Elves there.

            Not far from the stronghold he came upon the ocean.  The Veiled Sea stretched out before him, the island that once held Feathermoon Stronghold off the shore a ways, now in ruins due to the Shattering.  That seemed a good enough spot to hide and take out his attackers.  Maybe even regroup.

            Asking the Water for the ability to walk as though it were solid land, the spirit wolf headed across the sea.  Before he knew what had happened he could sense them.

            Naga.  Vile serpents from the depths, and they weren't alone.  The cultists that were after him were with them.

            Must make it to the island.  At least there I can fortify myself.  Running with renewed purpose, the wolf broke away from the naga and cultists behind him.

            At last, after what seemed an eternity he had made it to the island, just in time for the naga to catch up.

            Not wasting any time, he quickly shifted back to his humanoid form, prepared to fight off the beasts.  Wielding the mace with deadly precision, naga were felled in droves.  Of course, enhanced strength, skin as hard as stone, reflexes like the wind and the end of the mace being a fireball didn't hurt either.

            After the last naga fell, the man stood there, covered in blood and exhausted, and that's when the arrow hit.  Right in the shoulder.

            "Fel!" staring at the arrow in shock, then back to where it came from, there stood a figure amongst the trees.  Trying to get a good view to send it to Lycannon, his vision started to blur.

            Lycannon.  Captured.  Poison.  were his last thoughts.