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This is me, Willoe Dawntreader. Before you ask, yes that is my real last name. Yes, it's an extraordinary odd name to hear on a human-looking girl. That's what happens when your dad is a blood elf. I get questioned about it all the time.
See what I mean? That pretty lady you see there beside me - the wolf, not the guard - is my baby girl, Hope. She isn't just a pet to me - she is my best friend.
Hope has been with me all my life - since before I was even born, actually. You see, my dad's a hunter, too, and his most faithful companion is his black worg, named Whitney after my own mother. When mama was pregnant with me, Whitney had a litter of three pups. One was pure, snowy white, and was instantly claimed by my big sister Bastienne. The next one, the only boy of the three, was a reddish-brown color. He went to my brother Costin.
And then, there was Hope.
My pregnancy hadn't been an easy one on mama. The doctors didn't know why - something just wasn't quite right. She's told me that her and my dad used to stay up every night, crying and praying that I would be all right. They couldn't even feel me kicking in her stomach. As mom's due date grew closer, they told my dad to try and be strong for my mom and my siblings, because they were sure I'd be stillborn.
When they were laying together in bed one night, Hope - barely old enough to even see or walk - crawled into their bedroom and whined. Dad picked her up and put her in mama's arms, hoping she would bring her some comfort. As mama held her against her chest and cried, they felt me kick for the very first time. After that first kick, mama said I never stopped again - not until I was born a week later, perfectly healthy.
And you can bet Hope was right there, ready to lick my face clean.
We've been inseparable ever since.
But it definitely inspired me!
