It's all of that, and some other, ineffable quality that drove me, day after day, to tour the Basin looking for grey spots on white fur; a snowdrop in the jungle.
I never saw so much as a corpse. I offered substantial rewards for sighting. I logged in at odd hours. I camped while watching movies.
In the end I put my quest on the back burner while I thoroughly enjoyed Cataclysm and particularly archaeology. I checked in now and then at my favourite camping spot above the mammoth graveyard, a spot I called the High Plain. Sometimes there were other hunters there, mostly not.
After dashing off to Uldum trying to complete a rare artifact I noticed that I still had 25 minutes left on my hearth. With no reason to stay, I complained about the long flight time back to Orgimmar, and then remembered my Wormhole Generator. Just a click and a swim away, and I'd be on the zepplin back to Org. But I could also port myself to Sholazar, and after briefly debating the hopelessness of actually finding anything, I went with impulse and arrived in the Basin.
Flying out to the High Plain I frowned in disappointment. No Loque. Again. I was about to leave when, to my utter and complete shock, he spawned not five yards from where I was standing. Shaking all over, I dismounted and dismissed my pet, set up a frost trap and started the tame. I kept expecting some asshole paladin to swoop in and steal him for the achievement but eight seconds ticked by without incident. A flash as he levelled and shrank, padding demurely to my side. My heart raced, I shouted victoriously and spammed guildchat:
GJNKDLHNKDLEMAL;Fmlha!!!!!!!
OMG GUYS I JUST TAMED LOQUE
I think I peed
I decided to take him over to Zul Drak to see Har'koa as well
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