Ankyra Sound it's easier than waiting around to die

illidan was no fool; he knew that he was an outsider to his own family. he had done what he could to speak with svalinn – to accept him as a brother instead of the one that had betrayed them and the other that had disappeared. that was easy enough, if only because the adopted boy had only been a young puppy when their family had fallen apart. it was like creating a fresh relationship with someone new, and the young ghost believed that it made things easier on him.

his sister, though...

there was a fear that rose in the pit of his stomach every time he imagined talking to raleska. yet, when he had seen that the cliff wolves had taken her – had hurt her – he could not suppress the savage rage that had burned through his youthful frame. surely, there was more to his anger than just that, but he had found a reason to feel it instead of to smother it. there was something relieving about letting it take hold of his body.

trailing along the beach, the young ghost almost missed the darker frame of the girl until it was far too late for him to turn around. he swallowed heavily and peered at her for a moment before chuffing softly and drawing himself forward in a slow approach. “how are you... feeling?” he asked stiffly.