Ankyra Sound five nights

the boy's face was certainly not an open book. while there was a wild array of different movements and expressions that crossed it, there was very little that relayed what was taking place beneath the surface. though some had taken years to perfect the image of a mask, he seemed to have inherited one and had it fully fledged in the trauma that had occurred in his early months of life. there was a great deal that could have been determined by the small motions that were made by the young ghost, but not enough – never enough.

the girl explained that she had heard their claiming howl and had joined in. she then went on to say that when the war had taken place, she'd been instructed to remain behind and guard the pack. illidan thought that was the reason why he hadn't seen her yet. she admitted she wasn't a good fighter, but asked if he was. the dark-hooded young man frowned thoughtfully. “i'd like to be, but there's a ways to go yet,” he then admitted.

then, “come on, let's go patrol the borders.” they could talk more along the way.