Ankyra Sound and welcomes little lasses in

the blackpine had found a way to allow illidan to feel at home in the sound. the stretch of beach and various catacombs feigning as caves were not nearly what he had grown used to. though he had taken to the sea as a young child, the months that had aged him had happened far from the touch of the water. as much as he wished he could find a sense of peace, the wildling knew that it would take a great deal of time before he was able to stroll along the beach and know that he belonged there.

a call pulled his attention to a face that did not strike him as having been familiar. there was something about the lean-youthful frame of the other, but he knew well enough that it wasn't ephraim. still, the sandy coloration flared an anger inside of illidan that he was forced to quell. with a slow approach, the dark-hooded youth released a chuff to signal that he was there, and he was closing the distance between them.