You've wandered some distance away from the bunker without seeing any Horde forces, and now that the sun is starting to set you decide to head back. Just before you turn around you glimpse a figure running toward you over one of the snow capped hills and, intrigued, go out to meet her.
She's a Pandaren, spotted with black and white fur with jade green eyes and a decent sized bosom. Her standout feature though is her bulging belly and the meal thrashing inside of it, making bulges along her furry flesh as they try to escape. Panting she looks up, exhausted from the run she made to you, and gives a trembling wave. "Li-Fang," she gasps, "Alliance Fourth Company. I need to see your commander, now."
You wave back and step up, running a hand over her large distended gut which elicits a reaction from her prey, violently striking out at where your hand touched her belly. "How recent was this meal?" you ask.
She stands up straighter and hiccups as another furious torrent of blows tickles her from inside her stomach. "About half an hour ago, ma'am. Blood Elf infiltrator. I overheard her speaking about a Horde strategy, but she noticed me and I had to make a meal of her." Her prey kicks again and she lets out a cute belch and cradles her stomach in bliss for a moment before continuing. "I need to see the commander but I won't make it alone with a belly this big. Can you take me there? This information is vital to the war effort."
You bring your hands away from her stomach and look deep into her eyes. If the Horde was going to attack they'd be hard pressed to take the bunker, but with the attack under way there would be no reinforcements if the worst did happen. But something about this feels off, and you're not quite sure what it is...
