Cerulean Cape the penalty for overeagerness is the same as the penalty for unworthiness

the bark pulled his attention, and illidan swung his inky head around to latch his hawkish gaze on the figure of a pale woman. her coat pattern was peculiar to him, and he noted the rings around her tail with some mild interest. the wildling had never crossed paths with someone that had such distinct markings, if he didn’t count his own mother or himself. most of those who passed him by seemed to have been born of similar heritage, or at least they had adapted in their lines to appear more natural.
 
the stranger was pretty and peculiar, but her beauty wasn’t something that allowed him to drop his guard. he had been wronged one too many times by behaving foolishly toward those he did not know. instead, the boy moved in a careful prowl and approached her. when he had closed some of the distance between them, illidan drew his head up and fixed her with a somber expression. “you live out here?” the wildling asked without any buffer.