Ankyra Sound time's the thief of memory

firefly.

for the first time in a long while, illidan fixed the man – no longer a stranger – with a genuine smile. his dark lips curled upward, but did not quite reach his eyes, before he bowed his head a bit and offered a soft wavering at the tip of his tail. “i like fireflies,” the wildling admitted in a gruff voice that did not quite suit the sentence that had been uttered. he wondered if he would ever actually get to see the glittering bugs again, or if he had left that behind with his abandonment of the plateau pack.

“my name is illidan,” the wildling offered to the man after a second of thought for the wolves who had rescued him – the wolves he had turned his back on to fulfill some unspoken loyalty to his blood. for all of the things he had cursed grezig for, the dark-hooded boy had turned to the same action. that was behind him, he tried to remind himself. he had moved on to a place that he was needed – a place where he belonged.