Ankyra Sound reason and fury

Raleska was already proving to be something of a bother. Illidan would have scoffed at her if he possessed the ability to do so, but instead he could only clamber as quickly as his stubby limbs would allow. It didn’t take long before Kierkegaard swept in and scooped up the boy in his mouth with a soft grunt that registered to Illidan as a rumbling throughout his entire body. He squawked in protest and kicked his hind legs vigorously before he was placed several inches away from his sister and the contested warmth of his mother’s stomach. The boy babbled for a moment, waddling around in the same small radius before he bumped into Ephraim and moved on to Rhakios. Some part of him was seeking her again. There must have been an instinctual brotherly response that said he was intended to torture the dark girl, so he scrabbled until his little grubby paw reached her once more.