Through the snow, shapes began to form. They were large and lumbering, with giant hooves and jagged horns as big as an arm. They appeared on top of the ridge with their arms full of contraptions that were far too heavy for most inhabitants of Pandaria to move. Their eyes glowed sickly fel green, with more demonic fire fanning out from their bodies where it glowed the brightest -- spiraling around their massive horns, and glowing from thick, pulsing veins rippling across their robust bodies. They peered down at the caravan with acidic malevolence.