Morningside Cuesta ...a stone, a leaf, an unfound door

It did not take long before the boy’s quiet solitude was interrupted by the presence of another. It was the female they had happened upon while traveling. He recognized her scent against the air and he frowned softly, turning his head away from her for a moment to collect himself.
 
Illidan was not good at verbal commands or queues, but he did his best to make sure that others knew exactly what he meant when he said something. It was a trait that he had inherited from his father, no doubt; the silent type, when words meant something dramatically important. As though he wished to signify this meaning, the boy turned his head back around to face the woman and he frowned deeply, swinging his ears wide around his skull so that they could collect any word that might have been spoken to him.
 
“What want?”