Mount Apikuni the man in black travels with your soul in his pocket

@Kavik

It could be said that the Trickster that lured his father into a watery grave was merely a figment of the old man's imagination. After all, he had been weary and ragged from his searching, and his body had not been as young as it had once been. Others would have said that the Trickster was very much a real entity. Illidan had not been there until the very end; he did not know what foul things had lured his father to his death. And still, the child felt as though there was a dark shadow that had been cast over him. The Trickster had found him and was holding fast to the young man's spirit.

Searching the mountain for a place where he could slump, Illidan prowled with an intense expression and a chilling rise of his hackles. The boy had changed drastically since Liri and Kavik had picked him up; he had been shattered into a fraction of what he was intended to be. Still, he hung with them. Even when his tongue felt a sharp lashing for the others – those he did not respect nearly as much – he remained with the white female and her mate.