Morningside Cuesta naked and alone we came into exile

Since learning more about Illidan’s past and family, Grezig had kept a close eye on the boy. It was something she had done almost without thinking, as if she were afraid that he would do something stupid — like wander off. She had awoken one morning to find him missing and had followed his trail, only to see his shape returning from… wherever he had been. She watched from afar as he seemed to collapse to the ground. She broke into a run, afraid that she would find the pup dead when she arrived at his side. But no, he was still breathing.

“Illidan,” she said, her voice full of disapproval. “Where did you go? You cannot run off like that!” She stopped then, for two reasons. One was that she was sounding far too much like a mother for her own liking, and two was that the boy seemed extremely upset and she wasn’t even sure if he was listening to her. “What happened?” she asked, trying to make her voice more soothing, but failing. Instead, there was more than a hint of a demand in there somewhere, like she was absolutely desperate to find out… whatever she was about to find out.