Morningside Cuesta Everybody dies. Come watch TV?

@Illidan @Kavik so they can meet :D

The sylph picks her way back to Kavik on delicate steps, sepia eyes glancing to the side periodically as if to make sure the storm cloud Illidan has not vanished.

The couple had moved on from the willows after the storm had passed and found a smoother section of the Qeya to cross. They'd spent the night before under the stars in a nearby clearing; in the day it was encircled by some variety of decidous trees(oak perhaps) that provided some much needed shade. It was hotter here than the Sanctuary and Liri's thick arctic pelt did not agree with the climate. 
At the center of the clearing, Liri stops and rests the half-eaten turkey upon the grassy ground.

Along the way, the sylph had sniffed Illidan over and familiarized herself with his scent. There was no hint to whose son he might have been hidden in his coat, only the scent of himself and the wilderness that clung to her own pale coat. Any hope she had of reuniting Illidan with his family was stamped out by this but the girl keeps it off her face. She shoots the boy a smile, nudging him with her nose in encouragement. 

Kavik is somewhere nearby and she calls for him, a soft howl that tells him she has someone with her. She is dwarfed by the huge male, Illidan is practically smaller than the giant's head. He doesn't seem like an easily frightened pup; still, she hopes Kavik has enough caution to approach the feral boy carefully.