Ankyra Sound pearls and swine bereft of me

lunch?

illidan drew his head upward and cupped his ears forward at the sound of her voice. he hated that he felt as though he was learning it for the first time instead of knowing it in the marrow of his bones. though familiar, illidan could not have said that she sounded at all like he knew her. in his head, her voice had been different through the months that he'd spent away, and he hated himself for ever having changed her.

“sure,” the wildling answered with a short nod of his dark skull. it was then that illidan turned his attention to the trees away from the coast and wondered if she wished to hunt on the land they intended to claim, or if she had ideas beyond the hidden paradise of the sound.