Ankyra Sound the end declared from the beginning

the boy listened intently to her words, finding that they had struck a strange place in his chest. perhaps he had made the mistake she never did; he had returned home after having found a new one. there was a chance that he had been turned into a fool for having done so. impulse had never treated him kindly in the past; he saw no reason why that would change based on where he had settled.

“we went...” all over the place. he refrained from the corny response and instead, the savage youth furrowed his brow and frowned thoughtfully. “i just remember going to a pack and being turned away when we were hungry and tired,” he finally offered her with an attempt at a nonchalant shrug of his shoulders. in reality, the boy appeared as though he was increasingly uncomfortable with the present conversation. it had sparked memories inside of him that he had wished to erase. “after that, it's hard to remember...”

but it wasn't.

illidan could recall each day after they had been cast aside by the easthollow wolves. he remembered them all in vivid detail – they had been scorched into his mind with a fiery brand. there were many things he did not wish to share with the woman he had just met, and so he had found an excuse in lack of memory. the hooded young man wished only to hear more of her. he followed as they trailed the beach and aimed for the borders.