Morningside Cuesta naked and alone we came into exile

Grezig waited. If patience was truly a virtue, Grezig had plenty of that, when she needed it. Pushing the boy to do anything might damage him emotionally and/or psychologically. Grezig might be a very instinctive wolf who could fight and kill and shut down when needed, but Illidan was a pup. She did not know what he had seen or experienced to cause his depression, to cause him to have collapsed to the ground. Under other circumstances, she might have thought that he was simply hungry, but his reaction to her presence and his overall demeanor told her something different. 

She forced her gaze to remain impassive when his yellow eyes sought hers out for a moment. Then he looked away again and she let out a tiny breath. What was he thinking? What had happened? Was this just general depression about his family that was only overwhelming now? Was she, perhaps, overreacting? Was he just being a sullen brat? Still, even if that was the case, she wouldn’t leave him on his own. What if he did not return? She had found him, so if she came back without him and he never returned to their group, it would be her fault. She could not allow that.

So she waited.