Nevar was a young draenei when the Exodar first crashed on Azuremyst Isle. Her father was a priest and her mother was a huntress, her father wanted her to be like him with the power to heal but her mother saw a spark in her daughter. A love of animals...skill with a bow and a love of nature itself. When Nevar trained to become a huntress like her mother her father simply laughed for he did not see her aspiring as one. But she completed her tests and with her mothers blessing was granted a jet-black wolf her mother had once used, he was the family pet and Nevar had been around him since she was a young one. This wolf's name was Gothem he was as loving and docile as he was fierce and a cunning predator. He took to Nevar like he had always been hers and she loved him so. One day Nevar was out hunting in the forests of Azuremyst and stumbled upon a cave she fought her way in with Gothem at her side to protect her and be her loyal companion. Further into the cave she was enveloped in darkness and gothem snarled at her side, she reached down and softly ruffled his ears, lightning a torch she continued on her way. Coming to an open room she was amazed at how beautiful it was with crystals all over the place. She heard a low roar and swung around behind her as a giant two-headed beast came at her. Blood red eyes and a mouth full of razor sharp teeth this beast she soon realized was the fearsome Kurken her mother always talked about but she thought him as none other than a legend. He tackled her to the ground before she could react and her breathe was slowly leaving her chest he snapped at her neck and she fought wildly. Suddenly Gothem proving himself ever faithful charged the Kurken and slammed into its side, ripping into it with teeth and claw. With the Kurken distracted Nevar scrambled to her feet and slung arrows at the beast within minutes it was dead. She rushed over to Gothem laying on his side breathing heavily and tried to heal him, it was to no avail as his eyes slowly closed forever. Nevar buried her face in his soft fur and wept, she would never see her friend again. She carried him home and gave him a proper burial with sorrow in her heart. Time went on and Nevar went into mourning her friend a death knight named Kaleos was worried about her, he saw the sadness in her eyes and in her heart. She dearly missed her closest friend and tried to move on taming a nightstalker for her new pet. One night while laying under the stars hunting with her cat she was awakened by the cat on top of her trying to close upon her neck. She was fearful and smacked him as hard as she could, clearly something was wrong. A huge black mass smashed into the cat dragging him by the throat locked deep in battle. When Nevar realized what ahd happened the cat was laying dead as whatever killed it slowly padded closer to the fire. She stared in awe it was Gothem..but it wasnt. He was clearly dead with pupiless white eyes sunk deep into his head and exposed ribs complete with scraggly fur. He came closer and licked her face, she knew she should have been scared but she was overjoyed throwing her arms around his neck and crying. She knew he wouldnt hurt her this was still HER Gothem and nothing could change that. Nevar later found out that Kaleos upon seeing his friends broken heart had searched for Gothems soul and had found it calling out to him to return to his beloved master, Gothem had simply returned to the body he fell in dead as it was and was still the wolf she loved and knew. Nevar didnt care what form he was in or how he looked thier bond went deeper than anyone could possibly imagene and he still serves proudly at her side. Nothing could come between them and nothing ever can, it proves that the bond between a hunter and pet is strong and not even death can sever it.
Sorry if its a bit hard to read
