Morningside Cuesta Everybody dies. Come watch TV?

last post from me.

The boy was ready to turn and leave when the white wolf whispered something to her mate and they opted to stay. Illidan felt a wave of relief wash over his youthful frame. He had not been looking forward to trekking anywhere. Of course, most of his youth had been spent wandering across the expanse of wilds in search of a home. His parents had tried their best to find a place for their young to thrive, and it was not their fault that the others had been so challenging. Illidan would resent the wolves of Easthollow for as long as he remembered the incident.
 
The dark male moved to rest beside Illidan. The boy looked at him and then lowered himself to his rump, and then to his stomach. His eyes were heavy with sleep. The young feral tucked his limbs close to his frame and rested his chin against the earth with a gentle sigh. It did not take long for him to drift to sleep and dream of faraway woods filled with foxes.