Morningside Cuesta naked and alone we came into exile

Grezig had no intention of going away. She had followed the boy out of worry for his safety, and now that she knew for sure that something was wrong, she would not leave him out here by himself. She did not trust his judgment, especially since he was only three months old. Distraught wolves often made stupid decisions, too, no matter what age. No. She would not leave. At least, she would not go far.

Without saying anything else, she turned away from Illidan and found a spot a few dozen feet away, where she could still see him, but was, to her, a sufficient distance away. She supposed he did not want her to see him crying or otherwise upset. He was a boy. Perhaps he thought crying in front of someone else was embarrassing. Whatever the case, she knew she needed to give him time alone, but she would not take her eyes off of him. She would wait. Maybe when he had calmed down some, he would tell her what had happened.