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The white wolf introduced him and took a protective stance in front of him. Illidan watched as her chin rose to meet the expression on the dark man’s face. Liri had said he was nice, but the hooded youth did not imagine this was what nice men behaved like.
 
All at once, the gruff nature of the other man fell away and he swiftly apologized. The strange young boy held his ground where he was and drew his skull upward to meet the man’s expression. It was then that Kavik lowered himself toward the ground and looked at Illidan with concern on his features. It was strange, this behavior of adults, and though he was not familiar with it from his own parents, he accepted it from these strangers. It was a matter of getting where he needed to be and finding who he needed to find.
 
The man asked him where he had last seen his parents and Illidan furrowed his youthful brow before frowning thoughtfully. Turning his head, the boy sniffed and then turned back to face Kavik with a perplexed expression. “Dunno… there was foxes,” he answered in a soft voice. Illidan remained stern of expression in spite of his age, watching the features of the green-eyed wolf with curious intent.