Ankyra Sound oh, green world -- don't deserve me now

Illidan slunk from the warmth of his mother’s body and onto the cold grotto flooring. His tiny mouth parted in wild squeals of confusion, though he was not aware of the sound he was creating or that it echoed through the grotto with surprising ring. The whelp’s ears were closed to the noise from the world. He struggled with wildly swinging limbs before the gentle touch of her tongue brought life to his body. Once he had been cleaned of the bodily protection that had encased him, Illidan met his siblings at their mother’s side and began to feed until sleep carried him away from his new and frightening home.