The warm afternoon sun glints off the distant Dragon Mountains, their jagged peaks visible even from the gentle coastal slopes near Oakhaven. Alesha Silverpaws walks the familiar dirt path winding through the former Goldenears fields, now quiet and green under Goldaria’s rule. Her steel paladin plate catches the light with every step, the familiar weight settling comfortably on her wide hips. The scent of salt from the nearby coast mixes with rich earth and wildflowers as a soft breeze stirs her short gray hair and black-spotted light gray fur. A few karrots clink quietly in the pouch at her belt. Up ahead, the small coastal town of Oakhaven comes into view, its wooden docks bobbing with fishing boats while herbivorous citizens go about their daily routines. Alesha pauses for a moment, her left ear twitching once at a distant gull’s cry. One hand rests on the hilt of her sword as she simply enjoys the peaceful patrol through lands she has sworn to protect.