Overture Downs You're spilling like an overflowing sink.

Grezig remained silent as Kavik explained their (his and Liri’s) intentions. Everything hinged on the boy. She released a breath through her nose and pursed her lips, wondering if they shouldn’t simply leave him in the forest to die. It was a cruel thought, one that she dismissed immediately. It would allow them to move faster, but at what cost? Not even a wolf like her would have the blood of a pup on her paws. She would never sleep at night afterwards. If they had found Illidan abandoned before he was weaned, Grezig would have killed him herself. That would have been a mercy killing. Neither she nor Liri were producing milk and so, otherwise, he would have starved to death. But he was almost three months old, old enough to eat solid food and old enough to retain memories, and old enough to begin showing personality. She would not kill him for her own convenience now when he had so much potential for the future. 

“The mountains,” she repeated, voicing none of her thoughts about the boy out loud. Grezig had never lived in the mountains, only seem them from a distance at the edge of her forest home. It would be a different sort of life to live among them, one she supposed she looked forward to — though her excitement was more for the idea of living in a pack rather than the location itself.

Kavik mentioned the boy again, spoke of possibly finding his parents. Grezig grunted once as an acknowledgment, Illidan’s fate resting heavily on her. She said nothing more, lost in thought and unable to find anything else productive to speak of.

You wanna fade?