Whitefish River but the boy survived his refusal to believe...

@Wintersbane

 

the boy had decided that it would have been best for him to return to the plateau to tell kavik and liri that he had found his way safely to his homeland, and that they had already started a war. it had been fear of disappointment that had kept him away for so long. he worried that the dark man and his pale mate would find illidan's actions unforgivable and turn him away. there had been a time when he had been treated like a son to the pair, but he knew that things could not remain the same for very long.

when the savage had reached the edges of the plateau, he had noted the paleness of their scents. the edges of the terrain had not been marked in a considerable amount of time. he knitted his brows over his gaze in worry and peered into the stretch of earth. for a long while, the boy sat like a gargoyle on the outside of the plateau and waited for a sign that he was simply out of his mind – they were still there and they were all safe. instead, he was met with the cold whip of winter wind and the silence of what had been abandoned.

it took several hours before he had turned away from his former home and followed the chilling breeze that came off of the creek. his dark skull was held low to the earth and his eyes scanned his front, hoping that he would see the familiar dark shape of kavik, or the pale figure of liri. the further he trekked, the less he believed that he would ever see them again. when the bitterness of that realization had settled in the pit of his stomach, the savage young man drew his head back and called into the frigid expanse – a lonesome and haunting howl.