Swiftcurrent Creek he heard the thick mouth of the perpetual thunder

On the borders. Hoping maybe for @Kavik

the wildling had moved past the woods and had found fresh markings on the edge of a pack that seemed as though it had claimed an area with a creek that flowed through it. the sound of water could be heard from even where the young ghost stood. he did not dare to cross the edge of their claim; he knew that it would have been one of the last things he'd done. instead, he lingered just on the outside of their borders with his head low and his hawkish gaze searching for signs of someone familiar.

when he had spent nearly thirty minutes on the outside of the creek pack, the drew his head back and called for anyone who was near who might meet him. the scent of kavik was not strong enough for him to pick it up. he was there only to inquire as to whether or not anyone had seen the dark man with green eyes, or if they could point illidan in the right direction.