Mount Apikuni the man in black fled across the desert, and the gunslinger followed

no mountains there?? wild! thank you so much for joining tho.

the sound of sliding stones alerted the young man to the presence of another. his hawkish yellow gaze snapped onto the stranger with a wicked sense of speed, holding the appearance of the figure for a moment before he realized that he had truly never seen this wolf before. the muted coloration of the stranger's coat seemed to trigger a sense of searching in the young feral who furrowed his brow and frowned thoughtfully. though the approaching shadow had been noisy, illidan was not bothered by the presence of someone who sought company. he only hoped that the other understood that his social skills were severely lacking. he was the result of an antisocial old man and a washed up harpy; his blood did not boast for him.

“careful,” he urged in a tone that was surprisingly deeper than it had been before. the dark-hooded young man cupped his ears forward and canted his crown to the left. it was curious to see a loner. illidan had grown used to the clutter of his adoptive pack and the makeshift family that had been a result of such a place. it wasn't often that he was graced with the presence of someone who truly lived off the land. so, he remained in a passive state and waited to see if the dark one would approach him.