So, I was trying to pull my axe out of the annoyingly plump cheek bone of a pink haired gnome mage, when I felt this tap on my shoulder. 

"Love. Love is what I have for you. You are one hell of a bull. Lok'thar."

Of course, I decapitated this distrubed orc who seemed to be making one hell of a pass at me. So I got to thinking though, and I made my way back to Frostwolf Keep. Well, suddenly the orcs of the place were really giving me that metrosexual vibe but in a bad way. So I go up to Drek, and to Drek I says:

"Honored elder, why do your bretheren approach me with such sickening fondness? It plagues my heart with homophobic fury, discomfort, and a little bit of confusion."

Now, he's eating raw dwarf priest (and that's awesome to watch) and he replies to me, his mouth full and dripping with flesh and unkempt straggly hair.  "Dreavwimph, so homph ripv now". 

He made a gesture with his hand as though to offer me some of his scrumptious dwarf messings. Now THIS I knew to be an honor held for only those the frostwolf clan held in the highest regard. So what did I do? I gorged, consuming the spirit of the priest and taking a good portion of the magic he had, of course. 

So, I am exalted with the Frostwolf Clan. Who'd have thought?