Mount Apikuni the man in black travels with your soul in his pocket

Kavik was filled with relief as he watched Illidan eat, even if it was less than he thought he should eat. He was, honestly, grateful the boy ate at all; he seemed so skinny these days, and Kavik felt guilty he had not been more insistent that he eat. He had a lot on his plate, but making sure Illidan was eating was going to be one of his top priorities, now. He considered the pup as his own now, and he couldn't watch him waste away to nothing. 

He gave a nod in response to Illidan's expression of gratitude, although he didn't think it necessary. Kavik considered him to be his, and took care of those who were his; he would do the same for Liri, and frequently did. 

He lied down next to Illidan and didn't say anything for a while, just quietly scanned their surroundings as was habit for him. Finally, he turned to the shadow-faced boy. We'll have a permanent home soon and things won't be so hard, Kavik offered, his tone apologetic. His hope was that when they had a fortified territory, Illidan would feel more secure and maybe come out of his shell a little. Traveling was so uncertain, and Kavik was in a constant state of anxiety, which he felt probably didn't help the state of dejection the boy seemed to be in always.