I've been told of their profound magics; of their ability to summon ferocious thunderstorms and mending flesh and bone with nature's blessing, or their power to call upon the forms of the very animals they've sworn to protect. They can opt to walk among their natural brethren as one of their own, assuming the shapes of feral cats or ferocious bears, or even soar through the Heavens as a noble Stormcrow.
They are the middle-men between man and beast, the protectors and keepers of life. For over ten millenia they've hid in the wild places of the world, keeping a watchful eye on the civilized societies and ensuring the safety and well-being of nature. Even to this day, they still walk among us on Azeroth, fighting to protect that which they hold sacred; fighting to preserve nature's delicate balance.