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while the sylph had no such access to the boy's thoughts, she caught the shadow of reservation that tinged his features. in so many ways, illidan reminded caiaphas of his father. even after all of this time, she still remembered cleanly the grizzled muzzle of her mate - every fleck, whisker, and rowdy raze of hair. and before her sat possibly the last living embodiment of his lineage, a child slowly growing into a man.

illidan had turned for the wildwoods and a simple smile played harmlessly on caiaphas' features. she had no intention of delving inward; with a grunt to announce such motions, the sylph turned back towards the coast and moved towards the tidal flats at a leisurely dog-trot.