Mount Apikuni No one 'round here's good at keeping their eyes closed.

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The burning in his gut would not subside and so the child found a place where he could sit and watch the strange male with a youthfully intense glower. His brow was furrowed tightly over a pair of citrine eyes that did not stray from Thorleif. Though Kavik and Liri attempted to quell his sour mood, Illidan did not pay them much mind. The only thing that met the white female was a cross look, and he sighed softly to the dark man who had taken him under their wing.

When Thorleif seemed to find difficulty in a pair of dark bugs, the hooded child found a sickening hope wash through him. He waited while the other wolf choked and hoped that those two flies would kill him. Nothing could have prepared him for the hopeful thought, but he gritted his teeth against it and forced the image of his father to leave his mind alone for only a few moments. When Thorleif was able to cough the flies back up, Illidan snorted and lowered himself to the ground with disgust.