You arrrre a...true frrrriend...to the Silver Mane Tribe, Player.

Therrrre is...one morrrre...task I would give to you.

It is timmmme...to avennnnge...the deaths of any of my tribesmen.

Player: "My strength is yours."

As lonnnng...as the Mist Mannnne...draw breath, our vengeance will run deep.

Kagannnnta asked...you to stannnnd...for him. This is a task...I would give to himmmm...while I protect our people.

Killlll...the Mist Mannnne...Scratchers.

Player: Accept.

I hearrrr...your heart beating faster. The timmmme...to hunt is now.

Killlll...Brutal Mist Mane Stalkers, Brutal Mist Mane Pawsoldiers, Brutal Mist Mane Scratchers, Brutal Mist Mane Watchers, and Brutal Mist Mane Patrollers.

They arrrre...the main strrrrength...of the Mist Mane.

Player: "This won't be easy."

A Chieftainnnn...cannot hunt when he wishes.

The Mist Mannnnes...mock us with each...breath they draw. I must wait herrrre...and protect my people.

My furrrr itches...my claws...hunger for blood. Was yourrrr...hunt a good one?

Player: "They walk no more."

Yes, yes. They knnnnow...our pain now.

The best of themmmm...now rot in the dirt...while the best of us can fade into the Aether.

As chieftain...I will sinnnng...their names. And yours as well.