The cure.

Windhorn sat with one of the heads of his order, Elida. She was an elf, and one of the few he trusted completely. She had taught him everything he knew of Druidism, before he’d been captured by Prin. She sipped at tea, her short white hair falling daintily over the purple/grey skin of her face. “Well, you’re correct. The humans have found a way to undo the plague and bring back one of the fallen to life.” She said.
“But how?” He asked. “I don’t’ understand.”
“We don’t know for sure how. They want to be completely sure there are no side effects before letting the secret escape.” She replied.
Windhorn took a sip of tea. “So they’ve successfully brought one back?” Windhorn asked.
“Indeed.” She said. “A human warlock named Airy... Air rot...Eroth... Black... something.”
Windhorn gasped, effectively inhaling the rest of his tea. He coughed and sputtered trying to get the sweet liquid out of his lungs.
“Windhorn? Are you okay?” she asked rubbing his wide furry shoulders.
“Yes.” He said when his coughing subsided. “Did... did you say Eroth? Eroth Blackwing?”
“Yes. I think that was he.” She said. “Why?”
“I know him!” Windhorn said. “He was the husband of a close friend. He saved me from captivity. Marri claimed he’d gone to attack Stormwind. We were sure he was dead.”
“Well... he’s not dead. He’s no longer even undead. He’s alive.” She said. “He’s under observation in Stormwind. From what I’m told, he has no memory of the events between his death and the removal of the plague.”
“So he doesn’t remember us?” Windhorn looked down.
“No... I’m afraid he doesn’t.” She ran her hand though his mane. “But everything happens for a reason, sweet young friend.”
Windhorn nodded. “Thank you for your help. It means a great deal to me.”
“Don’t mention it.” She said, still stroking his thick neck.
Windhorn couldn’t help but smile. She’d always seemed to like petting him. She had claimed he had softer fur than her beloved white kitten. And he couldn’t deny enjoying being petted. “You know... unlike your kitten, I don’t pur.” He said closing his eyes.
“Oh, I know.” She said. “But give me a bit and you will.”
He opened his eyes and looked up at her. “Wha...?”
“Eloquent, Windhorn.” She said and placed a kiss on his nose.
“Elida...” He said. “What...”
She giggled softly. “You’ve grown so much since we’ve last seen each other. You’re no longer a calf.” She said, stroking along his neck and to his leather covered chest.. “You’re quite the bull.”
“Elida!” He gasped. She placed her finger to his lips. Her thin dainty hand was dwarfed by his muzzle.
“I know, I know. I’m your teacher.” She said. “But I have desires too you know.”
His eyes widened. Was she saying what he thought she was saying?! The thought caused him to stiffen.
“It feels a little odd, being so attracted to a Tauren, but, you’re so strong, sweet, and handsome.” She said. “My own kind are good in bed, but none can match your size.” Her hand moved down and to the hardening bulge in his pants.
He squirmed with a light moan. “Elida...” He moaned softly.
“So, what do you say, sweet young druid. Care to indulge me? I want to ride this bull.” She said.
“You say that as if I’d ever tell you no, Elida.” He said, closing his eyes as she stroked him though the leather of his pants. She undid his pants and pulled his partially erect member free. She knelt before him and licked up the length of him. She sucked on the top happily, rewarded by moans and the hardening of his massive cock. She smiled and removed her top slowly, teasing him with the view of her skin being uncovered. Her ample breasts looked small as she pressed them around his cock. She moved up and down his length, rubbing her body against his now fully erect cock.
“Keep that up and you won’t get much of a ride.” Windhorn said with a chuckle.
“Oh, you like that?” She said with a smile.
“On yes.” He said. He reached out and helped her out of her pants and the rest of her armor. His quickly followed suit. She stood and moved to straddle him, but he stopped her. “No, not yet.” He said before flipping her onto her back “You’re not ready for me yet. I might hurt you.” His wide shoulders pushed her legs apart and he nuzzled his snout against her wet pussy. She gasped and moaned. His long slick tongue entered her, reveling in her taste. He’d always been hot for her, but never could have guessed she would ever want him. He explored her with his tongue. She panted and gasped.
“Windhorn! I’m so close!” She gasped.
He smiled and he continued to probe her with his tongue. His upper lip ran over her clit until finally, she cam hard, with a cry of delight. He pulled back and smiled down at her. “Now, you’re ready.” He said and leaned back. Elida was quickly on her feet. She wobbled slightly. “Elida?” He asked worriedly.
“No, I’m okay. Just a little light headed after that.” She said.
“Maybe you’d prefer to be on the bottom?” He asked.
“No, way!” She said. “I told you. I’m riding this bull. Not the other way around!”
He laughed and leaned back again. “Ride away.” He said, his hard cock standing at full attention. She stood over him, and slowly lowered herself onto him. She barely got a fifth of the way down his length before he bottomed out in her. He moaned as she attempted in vain to get him deeper.
“Damn. I wanted to get at least half of that in.” She said.
“I guess I’m just too much bull for you to ride.” He said. She draped herself over his body and used it as leverage to push harder onto him. Then all the way off and back down as hard as she could. He moaned, attempting to keep a hold of his senses. He worried about hurting her, but he couldn’t think of anything but what she was doing to him. He moaned loudly as she rode him. He reached up and caressed her body as she moved up and down. Her insides squeezed him so hard he was sure he’d lose it too soon. “Elida...” He moaned.
“Oh, Windhorn! You feel so good!” She panted as she rode him harder.
He took a hold of her hips and forced her to go faster. He thrust his hips up to meet her.
“Windhorn! I’m gonna... I’m gonna...” She pushed down harder onto him before her muscles clamped down on him.
Windhorn thrust harder up into her, amazed at how tight she was and finally filled her with his hot thick cum. They both cried out in ecstasy, the sound echoing though moonglade.
She lay on top of him panting. She looked to her young Tauren lover and smiled. He smiled back, though he had a look of concern.
“Did it hurt?” He asked breathlessly.
“Not bad.” She said. “It was worth it.”
“Good.” He said, stroking his large hand over her small body.
“So what are you going to do?” She asked.
“I was considering taking a nap.” He said.
“I meant about your friend. The one who’s human again.” She said.
“Eroth.” He said, as if the entire reason he’d come there had slipped his mind. “I need to tell Marri. She’ll know what to do.”
“Marri. I’ve heard that name before.” She said getting off him. She winced slightly and redressed.
“I mentioned her just a little bit ago.” Windhorn said sitting up.
“No, no. Before that. When I was in Ironforge.” She said. “Some Dwarf mentioned her I think.”
“Rummy?” Windhorn asked.
“Rummy?” Elida echoed.
“Rumbleshot Darkforge.” Windhorn said. “One of Prin’s companions.”
“Um... I don’t know.” She said.
“Has a large pet bear?” Windhorn asked.
“Windhorn. Lots of Dwarves have pet bears.” She said handing him his clothes.
He started to dress. “I honestly wouldn’t know. Rummy’s the only Dwarf I know.” He said. “But as far as I know, he’s the only dwarf that knows her name.”
“Could be him. Wouldn’t know.” She said. “But Windhorn. You won’t find Eroth unless you get a way into Stormwind.”
“What do you suggest?” He asked.
“You need to be captured and taken there.” She said. “By someone on your side of course.”
“Elida, would you...”
“Hold it right there. Can’t be me.” She said.
“Why?” He asked.
“Because I’m a Druid. A well known Druid. And all who know me, know I would never raise a finger against another of my order. Even a Horde.” She said.
“Then who?” He asked.
“I don’t know.” She said. “But for now...” She kissed his nose. “... get back to your companion.”