Ankyra Sound a drop of hell, a touch of strange

the sun-touched male was quick to devour the hare that had been offered. though it was probably rude to gawk at the man as he ate, illidan did not look away even once in the entire feasting. his expression remained relatively open until firefly looked to him with pale blue eyes. only then did the wildling seem to fix himself, shuffling in place with a noise that sounded as though he was clearing his throat.

it was then that the other man offered illidan a fair bit of information on their neighbors. it seemed as though they had attempted to push them out by marking the territory for themselves. the thought of it caused the young man to bristle and for his brow to furrow over his eyes. he turned his sights toward the cliffs and overlooked their beach – so high from where they were. though he had not crossed paths with the wolves who resided up there yet, he knew that he would have nothing in common with them. they had made a bad name for themselves with how they had behaved.

“you did really well then,” illidan commented with a firm nod. “i think they might cause us some trouble in the days to come...” he then ventured with a sad frown and a shake of his head. he was grateful for the presence of the scarred male.