Silvertip Mountain under thunder’s bruised and snarling sky

the bird had a name, and the girl shared it with him in a pleasant tone, as well as the nature of their friendship – or alliance. his curiosity peaked then, and the boy took a few steps closer toward her and the dark figure on her shoulder. the bird seemed nervous, but illidan didn’t care for the feelings of feathered folk. he had never seen one bond with a wolf in that manner, and so it struck him as being an oddity that was worth investigating. the young ghost was not close enough to cause true alarm from the dark woman, but just close enough that he could see the beady eyes of the bird.
 
“can he… talk… to you?” illidan asked her with a tilting of his head. he wondered if they shared the same tongue, or if she simply followed where the animal flew and trusted that their bond was strong enough that it would not lead her astray. then again, she had named the raven, and so it was likely that they shared some form of communication or a means of understanding each other.