After seeing Volonazra off through the Dark Portal, Huato returned to the camp Clan Skullcrusher called home. There was an eerie calm over the camp after the events that had transpired, and it was odd for the place to be so quiet. There was almost always two or more Crushers dueling for the heck of it or fighting over the remnants of a humie or night elf, but not tonight. Volonazra's tower stood empty and silent in the middle of the camp, and Huato paused in front of it and looked up to where Vol used to go to study and reflect and wondered how soon that tower would be filled with a new chief...he knew it would be soon, and that whomever took over would have his and Zuato's full support, even to death if need be.
After a few moments of staring blankly at the tower, he moved on to his teepee. As usual, Uglutz had left him a 'gift' in front of it. This time it appeared to be the mangled and charred remains of a dwarf and a gnome. Oddly they were still smoldering, so he couldn't be too far gone. He thought about trying to hunt him down and thank him appropriately for the mess, but discarded the idea. The orc would be back around and then he could thank him. After clearing the entrance, Huato entered his teepee, unstrapped his armor, and set his weapons aside. Looking at the back of the teepee set some of the weapons he had crafted ages ago. Some he hadn't touched since seeking the training of one of Thunder Bluff's Shaman trainers - his Hammer of the Titans. It had been too long since he had hefted the hammer in battle. Far too long. Huato walked to the back and lifted the hammer up and admired the craftsmanship. He was still amazed that he was able to mold and shape metal into something so brutal yet fascinating in appearance. He noticed that the leather he had wrapped around the handle had started to work its way loose, so he sat down and began restitiching it.
As he sat restitching the leather it occurred to him that Zuato had come a long way with his studies as a Druid, and that he had become a far more adept healer than he could ever be. "Me thinks its time to allow Zuato to heal the Crushers an for me ta go back to da Shaman masters an relearn me skills wid dis hammer" Huato thought outloud. He longed to crush the Alliance and the enemies of the Horde with his creations.
He had come far with his studies of the elements, something that he developed young in life and caused his parents to send him to train in the ways of the Shaman. "With me new mastery ob da elements, an wid me hammer, me kin crush all dat oppose us" he muttered silently. "It be time ta craft a new clomper too. Dis one hit hard, but me want one dat hit harder dat come from me own hooves. One dat will strike fear on site of the beast!"
Huato knew that everything he and the Crushers could muster would be needed. They had been pushing towards killing the great fire elemental Ragnaros, and that was going to be a major battle to bring him down.
Typically anyone that was an enemy of Huato's enemies was a friend, but this Nefarion...what he was doing to the dragonkin was appaling enough, but for him to openly support and prop up Rend Blackhand as the warchief was too much. Huato knew that he would need to be eliminated too, along with his sister Onyxia.
Then there was the growing arrogance of the Alliance and their attacks on Thunder Bluff and the Under City. This filth needs to learn not to mess with the Horde!
With that he left a note posted on his teepee as he packed his bags and slid his Hammer of the Titans onto his back. It read:
Crushers!
Me gone to hunt fer items me be needin' to make a new clomper so dat we may take down our foes. If latz be needin' me, send word through da spirits or through me brudder Zuato. Me be der ta help wid anything latz needs.
Tell Uglutz dat he be a liddle panzie an dat me be bringin' back a gift fer him too!
Huato