The little yellow dog that followed her here looking for something to eat pads over to her and nudges his nose under her free hand, and she obligingly rubs his ears.
"I need to find something else to call you besides 'dog'," she murmurs to him. He hasn't revealed his name yet; she thinks he may not know it himself. Little lost creature just looking for someplace to rest, someplace to call home. She snorts at herself and scratches his muzzle. "You and me both, dog."
She'd only meant to help these people long enough to convince them to join the Alliance, to show that her people and their people have more in common than theirs with the races of the Horde. But something else had happened...she'd helped them, yes, and continues to. But they're helping her as well. She hadn't expected that.
Dog settles down beside her and she rests her hand on his flank. The war seems to have barely touched this small plot of land -- here, her hardest battles are to keep the virmen and plainshawks off her crops.
She could be happy here.
If only she could stay.