Ankyra Sound reason and fury

sibs or those who would be allowed in den

The whelp was an entirely useless creature at his current age. He ate and wobbled about in small half-circles until he fell asleep. More often than not, Illidan needed his mother to scoot him back to the warmth of her frame. The grotto was dank and grey, but he would not know this for some time. He was a blind and deaf little boy, who was very confused as to why he had been dropped from his warm home and into the unknown. 

Searching for his mother’s milk, Illidan scrabbled about with restless little feet. He pawed at what must have been a sibling and released a high squeal.