Horizon Ridge my father was the last lord of light

a voice startled him and all at once, his coat bristled, and his lip peeled to reveal the dangerous glint of an ivory canine. the savage’s hawkish gaze roamed through the dark woods in search of the ghost that had called out – had named him as a shadow walker. it did not do him well to react so swiftly without allowing his mind to tell him where the stranger was hiding. the flood of adrenaline that coursed through his veins was electric in its feel. illidan forced himself to breathe deeply and to draw his ears forward to listen for sounds of rustling beyond what he could see.
 
it was then that he caught sight of the slate-coated figure with ghostly argent eyes. for only a moment, illidan believed that he had truly sighted a spirit from beyond. when he reminded himself just how foolish that thought was, he shook it from his skull and leveled his head. “notice all you like,” the young savage responded in a voice that seemed gruffer than it had before. the sound of it was enough to shake him again, but only in a way that lifted his hackles along his back.