A moment of clarity.
It has been well over a week since I have seen the lands of Azeroth. My duties to my clan and to the Horde have driven me to reside in the Outlands for quite some time - though I have a homesickness for Mulgore and its green pastures, the land known as Nagrand seems to call out to me, beckoning me to stay. Ahka has often spoke of it, though in hushed tones as if afraid to offend me if he were to suggest that I abandon Desolace. Perhaps ... it is time I did abandon Desolace  I should move on. I was so proud of the stories my father told me, on how our tribe was one of the few that was able to attain a permanent home, self sustaining and without need of the constant migration our ancestors always had to endure. No sooner was that sense of pride instilled in me then came the time that it was stripped away in one single, bloody night.

I will continue to visit the grave of my mother - it seems to be the only portion of the entire region of Desolace where grass continues to grow. The beasts of the land appear to respect her grave as well; father always spoke of how powerful mother was - I suppose that strength persists even through death for her. I can only pray that I have developed a fraction of that strength.

Nagrand is a land beset with constant war and conflict, but it is a lush, vibrant land that thrives and survives through every day of violence and suffering. Maybe ... it would not be so bad of a place to call home.