Morningside Cuesta naked and alone we came into exile

Illidan was not moving and Grezig’s patience had run out. She stood up and went to him, attempting to nudge him to a standing position by pushing her nose underneath his stomach. “Come,” she said. “We must go back.” She had been hoping, praying, that he would come to his senses by himself, but it seemed he was determined to lay here forever. She could not allow that. She would drag him back to the others if need be. He was not yet fully grown. She could overpower him, she was sure. If he ran, she would simply follow him. Hopefully it would not come to that. Hopefully he would just follow her. Do not make this difficult, she thought.