Mount Apikuni go then, there are other worlds than these

Grezig was an odd woman. She seemed gruff on the exterior, but the more time Illidan had spent with her, the more he'd realized she was a kind and devoted type of creature. He didn't understand how she had found herself so attached to him and his troubled ways. The hooded pup knew that she had made a great effort to tend to him when needed, though she was careful to give him space. Had he been any other wolf, he would have likely thanked her for her kindness. As it was, Illidan was not fond of thanking anyone for anything, so he merely glanced to her when she inquired if there was anything she could do for him and frowned when she mentioned that he needed to eat more.

“Why haven't you guys left me?”

The question tumbled from his lips before he had any means to stop it, and even he was shocked that he had inquired that of her. In his mind, it only made sense that the weakest member should have been left to fend for himself. He was really only trouble for them; he had not contributed much since having been scooped up by the white woman and her dark mate. Why had he not been left behind already?