I started camping Sambas as soon as I hit 85. Twelve long days I sat, scouting and waiting for him. I sat and watched the wolves attack the does, and the bucks die defending them. I watched the zeph patrol to my right, and the lightning flicker over the mountains. I watched the cluckers play under the tree. I even watched as Deathwing flew over and roasted me alive. I watched so long that alliance characters logged over to horde to tell me they saw me waiting, as hours ticked by. But today, my watching finally paid off. Sambas spawned right next to me and started mauling me. I convinced him to come with me instead.
I am content.
