Blacktail Deer Plateau i do not aim with my hand

there was a wild wanderer in the marrow of illidan's bones. it had come from as far back as his great-great-grandfather. the thought that he might leave the plateau when he came of age was not too far-fetched. it was safe to assume that the young man longed to venture. were it not for the importance of grezig's search for his family, there was a chance that illidan might have already left. it was an awful thought, knowing all that kavik and liri had given him.

“mmm, things have been well. the plateau is quiet and has been safe so far,” he answered the dark male with a confident nod of his skull. then, his hawkish yellow eyes found their way to the man who had stepped in to act as a father and he felt frustrated with himself. how could you squander all that they have offered you, the wildling seemed to chide inwardly.