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The early morning had been spent prowling the cliffs above the Grimtotem encampment that rested just outside of Dire Maul. The beast had paced back and forth on the ledges above the camp hidden by the dense undergrowth. There was nothing of any real notice that might have kept the creature’s interest while it surveyed the Grimtotem watchers. It was when the birds had began heralding the morning that the beast left its perch and edged down the steep wall away from the camp. It leapt from ledge to ledge and hit the ground at a full sprint as it began its journey. Paws hammered the earth and a rush of wind swept back the feline’s dark fur. The creature’s stride disturbed the settling morning dew in its wake. The panther slowed its run as it neared the river that cut down the eastern half of the jungle. Powerful legs allowed the feline to leap onto a low root and begin scaling the steep embankment by one of Feralas’ waterfalls. With familiar ease the beast crested the top of the cliff that the waterfall originated from and finally slowed as it closed in on its destination. The panther followed the water to another small rise and leapt up, there the beast slipped into a crevice just big enough for a person and leapt down to the cave floor a couple of yards below. The beast paced around the cave once inspecting its dwelling before settling down on a pile of furs to sleep the day away. The morning light found its way through the cave’s opening though try as it might it couldn't reach the panther at the back of the cave. Even still something kept the creature from sleeping, it shifted and rolled to its side as though something ate at it. Blinking its eyes open it sat up. The creature’s form changed, shifting and shrinking to that of a female elf. A harsh breath left her and her gaze fell to her hands which she uncurled with a touch of difficulty. She stared at the back of her hand like it was a foreign object and flexed her fingers several times as she turned it over to look at her palm with another blank stare. Her attention snapped away from her hand after a long moment and with another tired heave of breath she laid back amongst the furs. With a deliberate quickness she folded one over herself before uneasily slipping off to sleep.

I'm still leaning a bit about druids in general and fleshing her out. I wasn't sure that I wanted her to be a druid with multiple forms, or at least multiple practiced forms. I had considered bear might be a possible form though very unpracticed. Then again there is also the possibility that she learned what she could and went on her way. I didn't ever pick tattoos for her so she has a bare face.|I think to answer your question more directly there aren't any other forms she has an affinity for, I can't say there are any other forms I would have considered as I wanted to stick to the ones actually available in game. I might have briefly considered the Pack form though, as per the Faded Journal, though it is where I'm taking a lot of my information (because there's not much in the RPG books) on how maintaining an animal form effects a person. The RPG books (noncanon I know) seem to suggest a savagekin is just fine doing this for years, where the Faded Journal suggests it would take no longer than about 2 months.

Amaer woke as dusk settled into night. The rest of the nightsabers had returned and she found herself curled against one of the older females with her fingers tangled in her greying fur. She yawned and stretched against the other panther kicking the rest of the fur blanket off of her legs. The feline lazily nipped at her hair as she pulled away and sat upright. The cave now housed five panther and herself. She leaned over and scrabbled about for a few feet on her hands and knees before morphing once again into a saber, she felt comfortable again and at ease. Dropping her head she nuzzled the greying panther that had kept her warm throughout the day with a few licks of her tongue and turned toward the high exit of the den. She leapt through the opening and helped herself to the fresh stream that turned into the fall closer to the cliff. She was soon joined by the rest of the den who readied themselves for the evening as well. A low growl in her throat called two of the pride to her, the youngest the group, a male that still had dark spots on his hindquarters, and one of the females, the most agile of the group. She gave a short raspy vocalization and turned, walking a few steps away from the group. The other two followed and stood at her shoulders a moment before the three of them stalked off toward the tauren camp she had surveyed the night before leaving the others to hunt. Amaer and the other sabers stalked the tauren camp, keeping low to the ground and moving step by step until the guards made their rounds away from the cats and the safety of the camp. Silently they followed the smaller of the two guards, staying out of sight and always keeping him in their field of vision. The tauren marched forward on his rounds, there was no reason in particular that he shouldn’t treat this night like any other. The land of Feralas was wild, but the Grimtotems were far wilder, nothing in the jungle posed him much of a threat and his swagger about showed that he knew it. The savagekin had the form of a cat, but the mind of a night elf. She recognized the signs of too much confidence and her back legs tensed on and off in anticipation. Glancing to the side she made sure that both of the other nightsabers were paying close attention. The female was no concern, but in the back of her mind Amaer worried that the cub might foul things up. The tauren stopped in his route to stretch, laying the head of his axe on the ground a moment as he rotated his shoulders and yawned. This was the moment the cats were waiting for and Amaer crouched lower to the ground, her only signal to the others, before her back legs catapulted her forward like a spring loaded trap. Her pounce was silent, she was too wise to allow herself the error of announcing to the entire area that she was on the attack. The only sound that followed her jump was the cough of air leaving the taurens lungs as her weight crashed him forward onto the ground. In seconds the other cats were upon him, they kept away from his hooves and horns, lacerating his arms and body with their razor sharp claws. He tried in vain to reach the axe but could neither manage to pull it out from under their combined weight and dared not roll off of it and expose his belly to the beasts. For her part, Amaer was determined to latch her jaws around the tauren’s throat. No mean feat to be sure, as his stocky frame and menacing horns prevented her a clean shot. She settled then for his neck, if she could not strangle the life from him perhaps she could sever his spine, that would do as well. The other cats kept at him, biting and clawing as they could, never allowing him a moment of respite to regain his breath or gather his thoughts. The tauren’s attempts to cry for help came as ragged coughs, the weight of all three cats and their calculated assault slowly wearing away at his stamina. Soon enough he began to grow weary and his attempts to ward off the attack grew more feeble. Amaer saw and opening and swiftly bite down cleanly on the back of his neck, her teeth cutting through muscle to the bone. With a jerk of her own head there was a satisfying crunch and all at once the tauren’s body went limp. The cats waited a moment and then each in turn stepped back, circling slowly. Amaer sat back on her haunches, her work completed. The feliness joined her as they watched the cub, it was important that he make the final kill. Though part of her personal agenda, this hunt also served as an important lesson, each day the cub grew stronger and soon it would be his turn to lead the hunts and then time for him to go off on his own. The tauren blinked into the face of the young cat, the only thing he was capable of doing, and he hoped that his death would be swift, the thought of being a meal was at the forefront of his mind as his vision slowly dimmed and his life ebbed away.

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