Whitefish River but the boy survived his refusal to believe...

then why bring it up? illidan wanted to ask the stranger. it wasn’t that he didn’t understand what was being said, just that he wasn’t sure why it was mentioned if it held no relevance in the current time frame. no, he’d never heard of the reputation of a pack called blackfeather woods. hell, he hadn’t even heard of the pack itself. maybe he was too young, but he was close to his first year of life and that was more than enough time to hear tales of some eerie pack that lived in the wilderness.
 
instead of snarking the stranger, the young ghost nodded his head lightly. the dark male seemed as though he was being as polite as he could. there was no reason for illidan to back talk the stranger or worsen the injuries that he had already sustained to his frame. of course, he wanted to find where kavik and liri had wandered off to. there was a small voice in the back of his head that reminded him there was a chance that they had disappeared from the wilds altogether.
 
“thanks for the help,” the young ghost offered to the brooding stranger. he turned as though he was looking to leave but stopped in his tracks to turn back and fix his sights on the blue-eyed male. “you look like you’ve seen some fights in your day… you got any tips?” illidan then ventured on an assumption. if he was going to trek out in the middle of nowhere, he wanted to make it worth his while. if he was wrong, well, there was nothing that could be done about that.