Far too many close calls, far too many more tragic horrors, and by far too many dogtags now hanging from around his neck.
And that didn't even get him started on the ever-increasing amounts of letters to grieving families he was required to notify per his duties of rank.
It had been a long, bloody year for Kanas Renard; even before when he had offered his services to the Alliance as a marksman, he never found himself so steeped in crimson splash before the war.
Now? He supposed that he said it best, trite as it was: "Killin's easy as breathin'."
For almost a year's time, he had been skulking around on either the front lines or beyond them. Rarely had he known the now-distant pleasures of a full night's sleep, or a warm bed and a hot meal. Instead, his wakening call often persisted of jungle beasts or the booming voices of orcs trudging through the jungle; or, if he were proving more difficult to awaken that morning, the sound of steel being drawn to bare was more then enough to spring him to life.
This discounted the fact that sleeping in the jungle was a test of endurance and misery; the humid air of the jungle timbers and shrubberies sapped as much morale from a man as they did any moisture in the air, the tropical surroundings practically drawing the life from everything that lived and breathed. And then, in the night, it was not only dangerous to sleep alone and/or low to the ground thanks to tigers (Poor Private McGillian had learned this the hard way when he woke to one such giant cat biting into his throat), but everything became abysmally dark; every noise loud enough to pierce the chorus of crickets could either be harmless or lethal.
The relentless rains did little to soothe any of the men stationed within the jungle; though the rain soothed the heat and humidity of the day, it too had it's own dangers; for when it rains in Krasarang, it pours. The sound of a blade being drawn could easily be mistaken for the splashings of a nearby waterfall or a bird in the din, and visibility near-completely vanished altogether.
At least, Kanas still had Jed with him; the gray fox at his side had loyally endured many hardships with his master over the course of the conflict, from taking turns at the night watch, to safeguarding one another in battle.
Even Jed could see the dreadful toll that the conflict was taking on his master, however. Kanas almost never laughed or smiled these days, and with good reason; of the original 30 men assigned to his command, only four of the original personnel of the Bloodhound Company remained excluding him. Indeed, of the twenty-six fallen brothers, Kanas remembered each and every one; every letter to their families penned personally, every dogtag having once been part of the standard battle dress of an Alliance soldier who had fought Bloodhound's banner.
But maybe, just maybe his one desperate wish since the start of this dreadful conflict would be coming about soon.
The orders had come in last night, handed down directly from Sky-Admiral Rodgers herself to her subordinate officers.
Well, to be accurate, only some of them.
As he relished one of the few hours in which he could find relative safety of Lion's Landing, Kanas absent-mindedly sliced into the letter using an arrow; an odd thing to be sure, but on a battlefield, you learned to improvise.
I first want to commend you and the Bloodhound Company for holding the line above and beyond as you all have; for a unit consisting of so few, you and your men have managed to create chaos and mayhem for the Horde in multiple ways while at other times saving many alliance lives; sometimes, at great cost of your own.
While I could go on at length on their commendable spirit, that isn't why I am personally sending you orders.
Captain Renard, you and the Bloodhound Company are to stand down from your post in Krasarang and seek out Archmage Linnath Cloudcaller for an immediate portal transfer to Kalimdor; when you emerge, you will disembark from this point and head into the Barrens.
The war is starting to wind down, Captain, and we are winning; those green-skinned savages fight amongst themselves as their Horde comes unraveling around them. With the valiant efforts of your unit, Alliance heroes and so many more, we have held the Horde and repelled much of their forces from Pandaria; though we cannot drive them out of the continent yet, we have assured the powers here will not be turned on the Alliance or the Pandaren.
Once you arrive into the Barrens, you'll know what to do.
Operation: Reckoning is in effect. Victory for the Alliance!