Horizon Ridge i gave you everything, but then you wanted more

Grezig did not know what she was doing here. And she wasn’t paying much attention to her surroundings, either. This place was too far away from Neverwinter and the Weald—both places she considered to be temporary homes. Possibly permanent, one day. She supposed even a homebody like her needed to get outside every once in a while. That was the only explanation she could think of for why she was here, especially so close to the ocean, which she hated. The smell and sting of salt annoyed her, irritated her nose and eyes. But she was in a wooded area up here, so it was less bothersome than it could have been.

She walked along, wondering whether this whole pack idea of hers would actually come to fruition and then—she saw Illidan through the trees…

Without thinking, she bolted forward, her mind scrambling to reason out why he was here. He had told her he would not follow. Had something happened at the Plateau? Had he run away from there?

…

This was not Illidan. Grezig skidded to a halt before the woman, staring her up and down rudely but hardly noticing she was doing it. Illidan had told her a long time ago that he looked like his mother, hadn’t he? Besides, she had never seen any other wolf with a white body and black head. She looked small and skinny—either from starvation or illness or because she was not pureblooded, Grezig did not know. It didn’t matter. She looked like Illidan.

“Do you have a son?” she asked, her voice hoarse. “His name is Illidan. He looks like you.” She got out all the important information quickly, stumbling over her words, staring at the woman intently. She needed to know now, because if she had finally found the boy’s mother, she knew where he was. She could take the woman to him. And if it wasn’t… well, she’d deal with that outcome when she came to it.