Emberflame Ridge you and i have come way too far to give up in seventeen minutes

As grumpy as his sister was, Illidan was ten times angrier that they had left the grotto and had ventured out – miles beyond their home – in search of… what?. As they continued on their trek, the young ghost scowled angrily at his mother’s rear end. Even the companionship of his siblings did not prove to be worth the trouble. All he wanted was to return home and snuggle up against the warmth of his family to nap. The fire that burned in his hawkish yellow gaze was enough to scorch the earth that they travelled across. What was left to do but to pout? What more could there be but the deep seething frustrating that a young growing pup felt?
 
“Ma… where going?” he demanded in a sharp tone. With an exasperated humph, Illidan plopped down on his ass and whined. Even still, the boy looked to his sister for support. Surely, Raleska wasn’t enjoying their adventure, or the change in scenery. He missed the beach and the soft plodding of sand beneath his paws. What could there possibly have been that would cause them to uproot a perfectly good home? The mountains that stretched out before him were not appealing at all. He was tired, and he wanted to sleep; his paws could not carry him further.