Horizon Ridge my father was the last lord of light

The little amount of sunlight that penetrated through the winter-like canopy of naked trees clouded his eyesight. His golden eyes savored what little sunlight was given to carefully analyze the shadowy silhouette of the young boy scurrying through the woodlands. The young male was fierce in his response and Epic of course didn't blame him; they were strangers to each other and it was actually a sign of intelligence to remain cautious. His almost feline-like appearance and jagged features reminded him of something, or rather someone. 

"Well.." Epic pondered carefully for a moment as his thoughts tried to uncover the identity of the other wolf that came to his mind. Aha! It was the sea witch that was covered in blood, a sure sign of a fight and war that was fought but not entirely over. She spoke of dangers along the shoreline. His fuzzy mind suddenly remembered the details vaguely. "You remind of of someone. I met her also on this territory, she was hurt; covered in wounds and carrying along with her the scent of blood. She had fought. But she was also proud and fierce, a little bit like you. I'm sorry -- you just reminded me of her." He looked very much like his mother; Illidan had a touch of her personality and fierceness but they also looked alike. Although Epic of course didn't know the two were related or in what way.