The warm breeze of Stranglethorn Vale was a pleasure for the skin after the
snow of Dun Morogh.

"Oh, wasn't that?...." She turned her head "Yes, Goldthorn!" Immediately,
Greensleaves changed direction and went to gather the herb.

With the full energy of youth she first jumped on a flat rock, then leaped
over a trunk, then… ouch!

She was quite sure of her jump, but suddenly something entangled her foot.

The impact with the soil wasn’t so hard as she expected… She tried to stand
up again, but something kept her blocked on the ground. A strong hand pushed
over her mouth.
She rose her eyes in panic to see who was immobilizing her with her hearth
pumping in her ears.
The eyes of a Kaldorei were shining a few centimetres from hers. White locks
of wild hair surrounded his face.
“Mfffnldaon!!!!!”, she managed to mutter across his hand, her eyes composed
in a warm smile now.

Gently he removed his hand from her mouth and moved a single vertical finger
near his lips in a unequivocal sign, then pointed the finger to the meadow
over the bushes…where the Goldthorn was blooming.

The big panther Bhag’thera, queen of the eastern part of Stranglethorn Vale
was imperiously walking across the field. She slowly reached the centre of
the meadow and lazily lied on the grass… straight over the Goldthorn.

“Hey NO!”, shouted Greensleaves, immediately covering her mouth with both
hands realizing her action.

Bhag’thera rose her head with fiery eyes, pointing directly to the bush.

A loud growl from the right and a big Saber Lioness leaped against the
panther. A few seconds and the two felines were tied in a dreadful embrace
of fangs, claws and death.
The white haired elf moved with the swiftness of a thought, bow in the hand
arrow notched, to help his faithful lioness in the fight.

Greensleaves grinned lowered her staff, sent a probe into the ground,
collected the energy and healed him - it wasn't much needed, she knew, but
at least she felt that she had paid just a little in return to him. Not that
she would ever be able to return it all...

The fight was fast and bloody. As finally the panther collapsed to the
ground, she went for the goldthorn, safe in the knowledge that she was
thoroughly protected. She cut the goldthorn just above the first pair of
leaves to give it a chance to bush out and regrow even more vigoriousely and
turned to the other Kaldorei, while Senara, the great lioness moved to her
side purring to rub against her hip.

"Aldaron" she said, stuffing the specimen into her bag and looking up,
smiling at the tall elf. "Come to save a damsel in distress - again?"

mmm...
yes I remember that situation! *nods and grins*