Blacktail Deer Plateau i do not aim with my hand

the dark male approached swiftly and made his place beside illidan. the young man turned with a sharp expression, peering down the length of his muzzle at the man who had accepted him into his fold. kavik and liri had always shown him kindness. it was a shame that those benefits didn't bleed into his own personality. the darkness that clung to the young feral thing had found a way to embed itself int his marrow.

“you are always welcome,” the wildling answered in a level tone. then, he continued his trek along the edges of their claim, pausing here and there to mark the border. though he wasn't a social creature, illidan had started to learn the basics of polite conversation. he glanced toward kavik with narrowed eyes and frowned thoughtfully. “how have things been?”