Blacktail Deer Plateau i do not aim with my hand

@Kavik

the burden on him was exhausting. it was not easy staying when he wished to leave. the dark-hooded young man felt as though he owed them that at the very least. their pack was smaller in numbers, and the chill of winter was a threat on the air. they had saved him and he felt he wasn't worth saving, so he knew he had to do something.

illidan had taken to patrolling the borders of the plateau. the length of his limbs allowed for him to cover a great deal of ground, and he enjoyed the solitude of it. sometimes he felt as though the weight of everyone's eyes upon him was weighing him down. sometimes he could not lift his feet.

the young man had found himself at the edge of the northern most border. the wind whisked over the mountain with a sweeping sound that rushed through the trees. illidan cupped his ears to listen to anything that might have carried on it. there was nothing beyond the quiet claim that they had made. it was almost difficult for him to imagine that he had come from anywhere other than their side.