Morningside Cuesta naked and alone we came into exile

Illidan!
 
The voice was distant, as though it was being spoke through water, or from miles and miles away. The boy wasn’t sure if it was his mind playing tricks on him, or if there was someone who had stumbled upon him. For a moment, he had thought the voice to belong to his mother. He was filled with two emotions at that thought; the first was delight, and the second was dread. The boy did not know how he would explain to his mother what he had found. He did not know how he could explain such a thing to anyone.
 
When he blinked and glanced toward the wolf who was speaking to him, he noticed that it was the female who had seen his brother. Illidan did not register any of her other words, or the hint of a demanding tone when she had asked him what had happened. The boy attempted to swallow the heavy lump in his throat, but he could not force it down. It felt as though he was going to gag on it. Illidan released a ragged little breath and gritted his teeth.
 
“Go way…”