Tomwolf was born in a cold enviroment. His parents were outcast from society and were left to survive the best they could in the wild forests. Their crime had been to lend a helping hand and a warm fire to a troll woman giving birth. His parents died when he was still young and Tomwolf learned the hard way how to survive.

The Sisters

Growing up alone in the wild, Tomwolf was hardened by the forces of nature and today cold and heat doesn?t bother him as he travels the land. His first contact with other humanoids was rough to say the least and for a long time he shunned all races, seeking his comfort with animals. This all changed when a couple of human sisters came across his habitat late a winter night, asking for shelter from the harsh mountain winds. The sisters, Anomalia and Éovyn, meant to stay until the wind subsided but when the snow started to melt from the roof of the dwarves self-made cabin they were still there. Nights were spent talking about the different worlds that they had lived in and days were spent working together to expand the cabin and create the first place that Tomwolf ever called home.

Civilization

Tomwolf didn?t realize how much the sisters stay had changed him until the next time he entered a civilized village and he was able to communicate with others. He found that he loved to talk and started to explore the art of conversation. The more he talked and listened to others the more he learned about the world and the more he learned about the world the more he wanted to see it all.

One day he met a woman who had a wonderful flying creature with her. She told him that it was a dragonhawk. He learned that dragonhawks could only be found in Eversong Woods in the far north, and that to get there you had to cross dangerous territory filled with Hordes and dangerous creatures but filled with the need to discover the world he set off the very next day on this seemingly impossible journey.

The Journey

Tomwolf made his way north from the stone city of Ironforge to the city of Menethil Harbor. There he learned that the pass to Arathi Highlands were far too dangerous for a dwarf to make alone but determined as he was he took a path that made people talk about him as ?that crazy dwarf?; he jumped from the docks into the cold water and started to swim north. He swam for days until he reached the village of Southshore. There he rested just enough to gain the strength he needed to continue. Against the villagers advice he took off along the river banks heading north into dangerous territory.

One night when he was laying half asleep along the river shore he woke up by a sound he didn?t recognize. It was like the air was being ripped apart by a gigantic whip in the distance and the sound was closing in on him fast. Suddenly he saw something that almost made him regret the journey all together; a big black dragon came flying through the air above the river, heading straight to his temporary camp.

Tomwolf ran as fast as he could towards the tree-line but it seemed like it was an eternity away and the dragon was closing in fast. The dragon saw him and started a dive to grab his small body and just when the dragon lifted his head Tomwolf made his own dive passed the first big trees into safety.

Safe No More

He lay there on the ground listening to the dragons wings loud flapping in the air as she circled above him, waiting for him to immerge from the trees to retrieve his belongings from the camp when suddenly he was surrounded. Five big trolls stood above him with knives and axes. Tomwolf tried to get up but one of the trolls put his foot hard on his chest, pressing him back to the ground. The ugly green face grinned as he lifted his axe high into the air to deal a mortal blow when suddenly one of the other trolls uttered: ?Wolf!? and held out his hand to stop his friend. ?What did you say?? Tomwolf asked but the troll started talking fast to his comrades and the only word that Tomwolf recognized was the word wolf that was repeated several more times during whatever the troll was saying.

Tomwolf never knew the reason why the trolls suddenly left him laying there. He never knew that the reason why the troll that saved his life was looking at him with friendly eyes was that the reason that troll lived was that Tomwolfs? parents once had saved a troll woman and helped her give birth. He also didn?t know that the scar he had above his right eyebrow was made by that same troll woman and would ensure him that nobody of her family would ever harm him.

The Dragonhawk

Tomwolf continued his journey for several weeks northwards, seeing places and creatures that amazed him. Several times he was close to death, either by wild creatures or by hordes wanting his life. Then one day he crossed the barrier to Eversong Woods, a place more beautiful than he ever imagined. After crossing endless lands of horrific nature and monsters he now stood on green grass with a wonderful breeze in the air watching peaceful creatures roam the area. The he saw it, a lot bigger than the dragonhawk that the woman had had; a beautiful golden dragonhawk was floating through the air and behind her she had two small hatchlings, only a tenth of her size. He realized that it was only a hatchling he had seen in the city. How could he take a hatchling from her mother? He simply couldn?t. On the other hand he had travelled across the world to find one and he couldn?t go back empty handed.

Over the years in the wild Tomwolf had learned a lot about handling creatures in the wild. Even though he was still young he had learned a thing or two on how to tame wild beasts. Now he set to work and spent several days earning the dragonhawk mothers trust until finally he could walk together with her and pet her hatchlings without her being upset by his presence. During the days he spent with her and her young ones he often saw the beautiful blood elves that habituated the area but they were never close enough to pose a problem, until the last day he spent in Eversong Woods.

The Last Day

That day Tomwolf woke up by a loud screetching sound made by the dragonhawk mother. When he got to his feet he saw her spew fire towards two blood elves. In their hands they had a net each and within the nets the young hatchlings were fighting to get free. Without thinking Tomwolf launched at the nearest blood elf, ripping the net from his hands, setting the hatchling free. The blood elf gave up a shout and suddenly more elves came out from the nearby trees. He saw at least ten elves lifting their bows, aiming for him and the two free dragonhawks behind him. Tomwolf did the only thing he could think of to save his life, he put his hand in his pocket and touched his hearth stone and felt his body leave the warm morning air and suddenly the cold air of Ironforge surrounded him.

New Friends

Tomwolf felt empty as he realized he left the two dragonhawks behind, until he heard the unmistaken sound of dragonhawk wings behind him. He turned around and saw the dragonhawk mother and one of her hatchlings floating towards him. Apparently the close bond that he felt with the dragonhawk and her young ones had been mutual and when he used his hearthstone the bond let the dragonhawks follow him. Together they mourned the loss of her other hatchling and as the time went by Tomwolf and his dragonhawk, who he named Moso, grew closer together until he couldn?t imagine living without her.