Ankyra Sound untimely

the savage young thing had found himself in a surly mood since their retreat from the cliffs. he had not thought that the wolves up there would have fought so cruelly – that they would have had so many of them focus on the youngest of the rusalka group. he hadn't been able to get the image of his traitor brother out of his mind since they had left, and he wondered sourly how they could reach ephraim again without pulling the whole cliff down on top of them. surely, the foul brutes up there would not have hesitated to kidnap another of their members.

so, illidan did what he could to keep a constant patrol on the sound. he was injured, but he still moved with purpose and care as he made his way around the edge of the pack. his eyes would wander up to the jagged rocks of drageda without intention and he would have to force himself to focus on his task: protect the sound. he did not think the enemy was brave or courageous in their efforts – they were sneaky and foul, and they did not deserve what they had.

so, when the sound of firefly's voice suggested that someone had entered their pack, illidan had rushed to the blackpine as quickly as he could. once there, he caught the scent of a stranger and furrowed his brow tightly over the sharp yellow of his gaze. with a surly expression, the wildling prowled into the woods in search of the stranger who had invaded their home. when he caught sight of her hunkered form, he should have felt pity, but instead he felt anger at anyone who was so bold as to cross the line into their claim.

“you are not where you're supposed to be,” the dark-hooded man snapped in a grim tone.