Anduin turns to glance back in the direction that Wrathion has turned. The howl is... Not unexpected, but certainly represents a danger in this forest, should they be caught off-guard.
He turns back toward the river they are approaching, the ground now clearly approaching more of an icy riverbank than a forest floor beneath their boots. He casts a wary glance around them, shaking his head as he does.
"It is too cold for anything like a flower to grow, this time of year," he says. "From what I can recall, their advice was to look for the maiden's veil in the river." He steps forward cautiously towards the edge of the bank, moving to peer into the water's icy depths.
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He turns back toward the river they are approaching, the ground now clearly approaching more of an icy riverbank than a forest floor beneath their boots. He casts a wary glance around them, shaking his head as he does.
"It is too cold for anything like a flower to grow, this time of year," he says. "From what I can recall, their advice was to look for the maiden's veil in the river." He steps forward cautiously towards the edge of the bank, moving to peer into the water's icy depths.