Silvertip Mountain under thunder’s bruised and snarling sky

the dark figure turned toward him with dark features. the bird seemed as though it belonged to her, or had made arrangements to remain beside her. illidan thought it an oddity, more so than her speckled frame. the birds on the plateau had only caused him a great deal of grief. it seemed out of place for a wolf to have found a friendship with such a creature, but he would not have commented on something like that. illidan lacked most of the ability to converse normally with strangers; he wasn't sure how he was intended to behave around those he didn't know.

when the woman inquired if they were in a place that they weren't supposed to be, the rugged young man furrowed his brow and canted his head to the left just slightly. there was a moment where he seemed confused by her inquiry. “you... and the bird?” illidan asked her, gesturing toward the dark-winged thing with his muzzle. the fiery light of his eyes returned to her and he waited.