Breygrah kept to herself, mostly. Again, solitude was no stranger to her, but generally when she chose it, she was isolated physically as well. By choice. Solitude while surrounded by others fairly frequently was a new creature entirely. She was, essentially, the only Horn. The mantle was not heavy, and she would carry it to her death even if it meant to do it alone. There was much hope in the possibilities of the greatness they could accomplish together, for the Horde and for the Tauren people, but now she felt foolish. No one sought her. At least, she could not remember off-hand the last time someone spoke to her for a reason other than their own desires. That was fine with her.
But, no. After a moment of thinking, she remembered. Gancha the Grimtotem met with her several times in Thunder Totem by chance, and he was always pleasant. Always wonderful company. One of the newer Horns. It was nice to be able to share her thoughts on the Isles with another that experience them. If she had to experience this new world with its highs and lows, completely and absolutely on her own, her heart was eased that another (for the few moments they were) shared these new experiences with one another.
She sprinkling of times she allowed herself, she fought on the battlefield with Shokkra the orc. She was gruff and angry as ever, and it was a supremely welcome constant. A familiarity that reminded her of not so much better times, but things that one recognizes are generally a comfort. The orc was her sister, and had become a staple of Frea's life as well. Breygrah of course didn't agree with her methods most of the time, but if anyone had ever proven themselves to be resilient, ferocious, and passionate in all they did, it was Shokkra. The orc was akin to Frea in temper, craze, and hardiness. Shokkra would teach her to endure, survive, prevail against the odds. Breygrah would teach her compassion, consideration, discretion.
The child was her priority. She had to care for Frea. She had to go home to her, be there for her every moment she promised she would be to maintain the girl's stability. Breygrah went into the battlegrounds less. She relied on her shield even more than she did in Draenor. She aided all she saw in the field, of course. Mostly because of her good heart and caring nature, but increasingly often she considered that safety came with numbers, against hostile Alliance and the Legion. Of course she passed by others all the time, friendly and otherwise. Most she knew in passing alone and eventually offered a wave or nod. Most didn't try to harm her, thankfully. It was more than she could have hoped for in the past, but it was enough to keep her confident that she would return to the girl as sure as the tides.
Frea was no longer Konro's orphan. She was Breygrah's child.