A group sketch.
I imagine the three of them have stumbled upon a fresh battle field, where a group of Alliance soldiers have just slayed a band of Horde scouts, and now they're hiding nearby, watching with varying degrees of sorrow and anger as the soldiers pile the corpses to burn them.
Yeddica sighed. "A burial fire... Small mercies, mon."
Djembo grunted, his hand glenching just a fraction on Bayou's bristling hackles as the tiger let out a low growl. "True, but I notice da humans not be too proud ta loot da corpses fo' any valuables."
Bengemoot didn't say anything, his eyes fixed on the pile of orc and troll grunts. One orc girl that had been carelessly heaved on top of the other corpses didn't look much older than him. Fresh initiate, probably. His throat felt tight.