Behold, <name>. The very presence of the Bristleback is a blight. Nothing is left in their wake but corpses and barren land. Camp Narache could become what we see here in but a few days, unless we stand and fight.
This will be your Rite of Strength; the first ceremony of a tauren brave. Go into the heart of the thornsnarl and kill Bristleback quilboar, then return to me.