“Come, Metis!” Mezumiiru called out to her companion, a great horned owl she met in Darnassus in the early days of her training on Azeroth. The owl swooped from up high, hooting in excited tones as it slowed and perched on Mezumiiru's shoulder. “It's good to be away from all the conflict for once, right? Arathi is so much more peaceful than the Badlands.” Metis cooed and prepared for a nap when a distant gunshot jolted her into a defensive stance; her wings wide, reaching a wingspan of nearly a meter.
“Calm down, Metis.” Mezu said as she stroked the back of Metis' head. “Probably the Orcs from Hammerfall getting into a fight with the soldiers of Refuge Pointe again. You know how that is, although I had hoped it would have calmed down after the Cataclysm.” Metis looked grumpy and made a low growl, flying up again to go scout. Mezumiiru was used to this kind of behaviour. All she had to do was wait for her to return and she would know what