Ankyra Sound reason and fury

The sharpness of the previous movement had caused a bit of vertigo for the young boy. He squeaked and shook himself weakly, hoping that it would straighten the rest of the world out and allow him to return to his goal. Raleska had found an ally in their father. While the gruff ghost of a man had really been there strictly to protect, Kierkegaard had started to warm to his children. It was a byproduct of being around them for such an extended period of time. He had started to see their individual personalities shine through, even at a young age. 

Illidan was a wildcard. 

As his dark sibling met contact with him again, the young pup reared his head back and parted his lips. With a triumphant war cry and a dramatic thrusting of his figure, Illidan aimed to snap his gums against his sister, not really knowing where he might land.