All the while the orcs started their retreating, someone else was having his own troubles: Shim's fast paced legs reached the woods and with a sigh he slowed down preparing to surprise the elven archer after him. All the time he cursed to himself, being so stupid as to engage an enemy alone. He lay down and turned to scan for the archer. He could see the moving masses far back there, and he spotted the archer. She was on her way back to her troops and Shim could release a relieving sigh. He hit his head against one of his totems, trying to think of what to do. Suddenly he stood up, looked out to the outpost and started running along the forest border. Once he saw the orcs starting their retreat he began to worry. He made a run for it out of the forest straight towards the orcs. As he reached them they were already on the run, and he couldn't get contact with anyone, so he just followed along like he was one of the others, but as they reached Orgrimmar and they stopped to heal up he found himself as quite a bit of an outsider. All he could do was look around at the other orcs and trolls, and an occational tauren as they all were busy with something.
(OOC: yeah, a bit of a jump back in time, but I had to include myself to be a part of the story further. Because I'm so cool >8] yub )